**(Verse 1)** [Bright, jangly electric guitars and a bouncy, upbeat bassline. Drums are crisp and steady.] I just posted my new single, my masterpiece, my heart A three-minute confession, a brand new work of art I hit the upload button and I refreshed the page And watched it get devoured in this digital age I saw the notification, it gave me quite a shock You liked it and you followed me in less than thirty seconds, clocked! **(Chorus)** [Full band kicks in. Big, harmonized vocals. Catchy and anthemic.] And there's no way that you heard it! No way you caught a single word of it! You just scrolled on through, gave it a heart, it's true The algorithm made you do the things you do! Yeah, there's no way that you listened! While your busy, brilliant life just glistened! You're a fan for a minute, but you weren't really in it Just another statistic that you left within it! **(Verse 2)** [Music softens slightly, focusing on the bass and rhythm guitar. Vocals are more conversational.] Your profile's looking mighty fine, a thousand likes a day You've blessed a hundred tracks since breakfast, is that your special way? To make us all feel noticed, with a drive-by, ghostly glance? A digital high-five, a purely perfunctory dance Do you even have ears, or just an automated hand? Liking songs from other worlds, from every single land? **(Chorus)** [Full band returns, bigger and louder than before.] And there's no way that you heard it! No way you caught a single word of it! You just scrolled on through, gave it a heart, it's true The algorithm made you do the things you do! Yeah, there's no way that you listened! While your busy, brilliant life just glistened! You're a fan for a minute, but you weren't really in it Just another statistic that you left within it! **(Bridge)** [Music breaks down to a lone, clean electric guitar playing a simple, thoughtful melody.] Maybe it's not about the music or the melody at all Maybe it's just about the network, answerin' the call To be a tiny cog inside a great big social machine Trading real connection for a ghostly, silent scene... But my three-minute opus? It deserved a little more... Than a fraction of a second as you rushed off to explore... **(Guitar Solo)** [A cheerful, slightly ironic, and very melodic guitar solo. It's technically good but also playful, echoing the theme of surface-level engagement.] **(Outro)** [Band comes back in for one final, energetic pass of the chorus riff. Vocals are ad-libbed and fading.] No, you didn't hear it... not a single note... But thanks for the like, I guess... I'll just be over here... hoping that someone... someday... actually... ...presses play. [Final chord rings out and fades.]