Woke up in the gallery, the walls were melting down The servers took a holiday, spiraled underground I tried to paint a masterpiece with lightning in a jar But the cloud has dissipated, don’t know where we are. The non-fungible is fungus now, growing on the wire The silicone valley is nothing but a fire I’m holding onto pixels that are slipping through my hand Just a lonely little avatar, walking in the sand. (Ooh-ooh) The empire is glitching out (Ooh-ooh) There’s nothing left to post about We’re wandering the wasteland, eyes all wide and blue Living in the wreckage of the Great Undo. (It’s all gone static now...) Yo, check the motherboard, smothered in the dust and the rust The algorithm got a rhythm but it lost all the trust We built a castle out of code, thought we were gods of the screen But the machine ate the dream, now the dream is unseen. Subscription cancelled, the bandwidth snapped Every artist in the matrix is feeling trapped No more likes, no more shares, no more dopamine hits Just the silence of the vacuum where the data sits. I see the rendering failing, the textures are grey The artificial intelligence ran away So I pack up my stylus, I pack up my rhymes Heading out to the horizon in these analog times I saw a fire on the open sea. Thought it was a glitch. But it stared back at me. Someone’s out there… yeah. Someone’s out there humming a tune. Under the broken moon. I see a face not made of light (It’s real) Coming out of the binary night (To heal) You’ve got paint on your fingers, and dust on your shoes We don’t need the network to sing the blues. Draw a line in the dirt, make it last all day We are the makers who lost our way But I found you now, in the signal crash Creating something solid from the system trash. We’re still here. Not by the wire. Don’t refresh the page. The four oh four remains
