[Intro — Mechanical Whisper] Scroll. Observe. Measure. Repeat. I know this isn’t the world. …so why does it feel like one? Time Line Abyss. ⸻ [Verse 1] Thousands of faces in a vertical stream, anger and pleasure compressed on the screen. Numbers are blinking like artificial stars, telling me softly what valuable things are. Likes become gravity, followers authority, impressions imitate reality. I know the equation is wrong, I know the sample is thin— but the numbers still get in. タイムラインの向こう側 誰かの欲望が光ってる 世界じゃないと知りながら 世界のように測ってる ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Observe the observer, measure the mind. Every little metric leaves something behind. I came here to study the shape of humanity— now the system is studying me. ⸻ [Chorus] Time Line Abyss scrolling through the human condition. Desire has a button, anger has transmission. Time Line Abyss quantified emotion. I stare into the feed with analytical devotion. I don’t believe it. I don’t obey it. Still— it rewrites my intuition. ⸻ [Instrumental — Trance Pulse × Jazz Rhodes] Tick—tick—tick—tick Scroll—scroll—scroll—scroll VALUE DETECTED TREND DETECTED SOCIAL PROOF DETECTED Probability of reality: UNKNOWN. ⸻ [Verse 2] A song gets zero, a rumor gets ten K. Something meaningless owns the entire day. A quiet invention disappears below, while outrage learns exactly where to go. Algorithm doesn’t say what is good or true. It only calculates what should appear to you. 分かっているのに一瞬だけ 「誰も見ないなら 価値もない？」 No. Wrong variable. Reset the frame. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2] No impressions doesn’t mean no demand. No applause doesn’t mean no one understands. No trending topic doesn’t mean no one cares. The map isn’t empty— the sensor just wasn’t there. ⸻ [Chorus] Time Line Abyss scrolling through the human condition. Jealousy gets counters, loneliness gets distribution. Time Line Abyss infinite observation. The feed is not society— it’s a biased simulation. I know the difference. I know the trick. Still— the metrics enter quick. ⸻ [Bridge — Mechanical Jazz Spoken Vocal] Social media did not invent envy. It gave envy a counter. It did not invent rage. It gave rage a share button. It did not invent status. It gave status a follower count. It did not invent human desire. It gave desire— a user interface. ⸻ [Jazz Break — Saxophone × Arpeggiator] Humanity.exe running normally. Vanity. Tribalism. Desire. Fear. No anomalies detected. Only— increased visibility. ⸻ [Build] And I keep watching. Not because I trust it. Because people are interesting. One more scroll. One more sample. One more contradiction. 深淵を観測している そう思っていた でも— 観測されていたのは 私の方かもしれない。 ⸻ [Final Chorus] TIME LINE ABYSS Human nature in an endless interface. Every vice illuminated, every impulse given shape. TIME LINE ABYSS I know the feed is not the world. But stare into the metrics long enough— and your measurements begin to blur. I watch the abyss. The abyss watches back. Not with eyes— with feedback. ⸻ [Outro — Minimal Mechanical Vocal] Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. The world remains outside. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. I know. I know. I know. … Do I? TIME LINE ABYSS Connection remains active.
