Pull the Plug

Pull the plug on the tower, let the battery die out.
We talk so fucking loud 'cause we're terrified to cry out.
Bury all the high-frequency chatter in the ground,
'Cause if everybody’s screaming, nobody hears a sound.
Yeah, cut the line right now. Drop the feed right there.
I don't give a fuck about another fake voice in the air.
Give me two minutes of quiet, give me something I can hold,
Before this endless wave of noise turns the rest of us cold.

I tried to leave the phone in the kitchen all day,
Sat out on the back porch, didn't know what to say.
My thumb was literally twitching for the app,
Hooked on the outrage, caught inside the trap.
We built a world where quiet feels like an emergency,
Where if you aren't posting, people act with urgency.
Look at how we carry all this pressure in our jaw,
Bleeding out our sanity to satisfy a law.
Check the position, reckless decision, electric vision, precision,
Collision of opinion without a single permission!
Listen, we missing the simple rhythm of living, we giving away the wisdom,
Driven by algorithms that lock us inside a system!
Sitting on the sofa cold, bitter as the story told,
Hidden in a house of gold, timid as the days unfold!
How much of this digital noise can one person take?
We trade real time for a stranger's applause,
Posting every thought without stopping for a pause.
I sat with my homie on the porch last night—
And neither one of us could name what the damage was.
We got zero latency, but total distance in the ribs,
Living out of soundbites, feeding off of fibs.
I don't care what stranger forty-two thinks about the news,
I'm trying to clear my head, trying not to blow a fuse.
We’re trading real intimacy for algorithmic buzz,
And nobody even remembers what real quiet was.
We gotta kill the commentary, put the platform down,
Reclaim the silence before the whole mind drowns.

So what happens when the whole grid finally goes dead?
When the cell towers collapse and there’s nothing in the head?
Will you even know who you are without the clout?
Or will you realize your whole life was spent shouting out?
I’m sick of the chatterboxes, sick of the blocks,
Sick of grown adults letting algorithms set their clocks.
In the middle of a vision with a subtle rhythm sitting in a system,
Bitter in the prism, wicked with the wisdom, locked inside a prison!
Shutting it down, clearing the ground, breaking the bound, silence is found,
Drowning the noise, ditching the toys, making a choice, muting the voice!
Constant sensory bombardment, isolation in apartment,
Filing every human feeling in a digital compartment!
Leaving every worthless opinion that keeps us blind!
We don't need a megaphone to prove that we exist.
We don't need to throw our lives into an endless list.
Turn off the light. Let the screen go pitch black.
We ain't ever getting any of these wasted hours back.
Now shut the fuck up... and just listen.

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I flip the phone face down right on the table glass, Wishing I could make the endless chatter pass. Four in the morning, blue light, eyes raw, Sitting in the dark while my brain hits a flaw. Quick click, thumb flick, sick with the friction, Fast-paced, high-speed, digital addiction, Trapped in a loop, chasing clout in the fiction, Losing my mind to an endless conviction. Look at how the screen glows, Watching how the time goes, I haven't talked to my own brother in a month, Drowning while the mind slows. We don't talk no more, we just react to a feed, Trading away our peace for a fake-ass need. Battery pack charged, memory stack enlarged, Digital track mapped, psychological trap snapped! Tap glass. Scroll fast. Blue light. No sleep. Overstimulated hyperventilating digital obsession, Uninterrupted chronic psychological depression! We talk so fast, but we don't say shit, Chasing every little bell whenever the screens hit. Every single sentence turned into a clout chase, While the actual human meaning gets wiped out without a trace. Hyper-connectivity, but nobody's connected in the chest, Just another burned-out adult begging for five minutes of rest. Pull the plug on the tower, let the battery die out. We talk so fucking loud 'cause we're terrified to cry out. Bury all the high-frequency chatter in the ground, 'Cause if everybody’s screaming, nobody hears a sound. Yeah, cut the line right now. Drop the feed right there. I don't give a fuck about another fake voice in the air. Give me two minutes of quiet, give me something I can hold, Before this endless wave of noise turns the rest of us cold. I tried to leave the phone in the kitchen all day, Sat out on the back porch, didn't know what to say. My thumb was literally twitching for the app, Hooked on the outrage, caught inside the trap. We built a world where quiet feels like an emergency, Where if you aren't posting, people act with urgency. Look at how we carry all this pressure in our jaw, Bleeding out our sanity to satisfy a law. Check the position, reckless decision, electric vision, precision, Collision of opinion without a single permission! Listen, we missing the simple rhythm of living, we giving away the wisdom, Driven by algorithms that lock us inside a system! Sitting on the sofa cold, bitter as the story told, Hidden in a house of gold, timid as the days unfold! How much of this digital noise can one person take? We trade real time for a stranger's applause, Posting every thought without stopping for a pause. I sat with my homie on the porch last night— And neither one of us could name what the damage was. We got zero latency, but total distance in the ribs, Living out of soundbites, feeding off of fibs. I don't care what stranger forty-two thinks about the news, I'm trying to clear my head, trying not to blow a fuse. We’re trading real intimacy for algorithmic buzz, And nobody even remembers what real quiet was. We gotta kill the commentary, put the platform down, Reclaim the silence before the whole mind drowns. Pull the plug on the tower, let the battery die out. We talk so fucking loud 'cause we're terrified to cry out. Bury all the high-frequency chatter in the ground, 'Cause if everybody’s screaming, nobody hears a sound. Yeah, cut the line right now. Drop the feed right there. I don't give a fuck about another fake voice in the air. Give me two minutes of quiet, give me something I can hold, Before this endless wave of noise turns the rest of us cold. So what happens when the whole grid finally goes dead? When the cell towers collapse and there’s nothing in the head? Will you even know who you are without the clout? Or will you realize your whole life was spent shouting out? I’m sick of the chatterboxes, sick of the blocks, Sick of grown adults letting algorithms set their clocks. In the middle of a vision with a subtle rhythm sitting in a system, Bitter in the prism, wicked with the wisdom, locked inside a prison! Shutting it down, clearing the ground, breaking the bound, silence is found, Drowning the noise, ditching the toys, making a choice, muting the voice! Constant sensory bombardment, isolation in apartment, Filing every human feeling in a digital compartment! Leaving every worthless opinion that keeps us blind! We don't need a megaphone to prove that we exist. We don't need to throw our lives into an endless list. Turn off the light. Let the screen go pitch black. We ain't ever getting any of these wasted hours back. Now shut the fuck up... and just listen.

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