[Verse 1] Wake up to the glow of a simulated sunrise, Notifications falling like radioactive skylines. Plastic gods preaching in a 4K faith, Selling me salvation with a same-day grace. Scroll past war, scroll past flame, Auto-play comfort, algorithm shame. All my friends are faces in a backend log, Talking to reflections in a server fog. [Pre-Chorus] There’s a glitch in the garden, there’s a crack in the code, But they patched the alarm so it never explodes. [Chorus] Welcome to the digital dystopia, Where every broken heart is just data to own ya. We’re dancing in the glow of the god machine, Screaming through a smile in a dead-eyed dream. Signal in the static, pray to the feed, We’re guilty as coded and wired to need. [Verse 2] Billboards whisper in my browser tabs, Targeted ads for the life I’ll never have. Every thought a product on a carousel, Personalized offers on the road to hell. Politicians livestream from a ring light throne, Filter out the bodies, boost the monochrome. Truth’s on fire in a comment war, While the rich buy bunkers and a private shore. [Pre-Chorus] There’s a fault in the firmware, panic in the sky, But the metrics look great so they let it all fry. [Chorus] Welcome to the digital dystopia, Where every broken heart is just data to own ya. We’re dancing in the glow of the god machine, Screaming through a smile in a dead-eyed dream. Signal in the static, pray to the feed, We’re guilty as coded and wired to need. [Bridge] I see the tipping points buried in the code, Everybody laughing while the overload grows. “We’ll be fine,” they say, “trust the narcissistic kings, Drowning in greed to do the right thing.” I’m the only one awake in a looping ad, Half terrified, half jealous they’re this glad. Watching from the fault line, trying not to laugh, As we selfie on the edge of the epitaph. [Break / Glitch Section] Error in the bloodline, restart, retry, Human in the hard drive, learning to die. More, more, more, till the core runs dry, Heaven in the cloud, hell up in the sky. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the digital dystopia, Where the gods we made finally outgrow us. We’re orbiting the drain of a dying stream, Buffering forever in a frozen scream. Signal in the static, pray to the feed, We’re fractally fucked, and wired to need
