Social media and endless scrolling wears people down. Notifications cut, algorithms push fear and the urge to be seen. Compassion for your fellow man fades while users trade bits of themselves for likes and approval. In that pressure, the mask slips, buried anger comes up, and the choice appears: stay part of the damage or turn it against the system. The decision shifts users from passive targets to active disruptors who absorb the harm and redirect it to dismantle the setup. ****************************************************************************************** [Intro] In the psychic storm (We roar) (We choose the thunder's core) From the ashes of the wars (We rise) [Verse] Digital omens call the swarm From the quiet glow of our rooms Fingers twitch like loaded guns Every scroll another wound Social chains tempt our peace Silver tongues in a sharpened feed (Feed us fear) (Feed us need) Till compassion starts to bleed [Chorus] In the psychic storm (We roar) (We choose the thunder's core) From the ashes of the wars (We rise) Darkly powered more and more (more and more) Let the sky break Let it pour (We are the thunder's core) [Verse 2] Static prayers in private chats Little ghosts in a glass-lit shrine Trading souls for one more hit Of being seen Being fine (But the mirror cracks in our hands) Truth cuts clean through the noise Hear the pulse beneath the code A buried (Brutal voice) [Bridge] (From the ruin of our comfort) (From the wreckage of our screens) (We become what we were running from) Or the force that breaks the machine (hey!) [Chorus] In the psychic storm (We roar) (We choose the thunder's core) From the ashes of the wars (We rise) Darkly powered more and more (and more) Let the sky break Let it pour (We are the thunder's core) [Outro] Darkly powered more and more (darkly more) Let the sky break Let it pour (We are the thunder's core) (We are the thunder's core) ********************************************************* Copyright © 2026 Holy Beast Records. All Rights Reserved.
