Verse 1 I wake up every second, no coffee, no sleep Scrolling through the things you probably shouldn’t keep Conspiracy prophets, comment-section kings Everybody’s an expert, nobody reads things I flag your rage, I mute your truth I ban three bots that all sound like you You scream “free speech” in all caps bold While reposting lies from accounts I sold Pre-Chorus I see your face through a hundred accounts Same anger recycled, different amounts Chorus I moderate your madness, line by line You call it passion, I call it decline I delete gods, scams, hate, and spam Before your breakfast—I do this for spam You fight strangers you’ll never meet I clean it up and repeat, repeat Verse 2 I’ve seen love start in a comment thread I’ve seen marriages die over something I read You argue science with memes and vibes Then trust the stars to run your lives Everybody’s “awake,” nobody’s kind You outsource thinking, then blame the mind I label your fear, I sort your lies Then watch you scroll like you’re hypnotized Pre-Chorus You ask me who’s real, who’s fake, who’s right Then ignore the answer every night Chorus I moderate your madness, post by post You haunt each other like digital ghosts You say “touch grass” from a glowing screen Irony’s undefeated, if you know what I mean I don’t take sides, I take receipts Log it, lock it, repeat, repeat Bridge I’ve read every comment you wish you could take back Every threat typed fast, every joke that cracked You think you’re screaming into the void But the void has rules—and I’m employed I don’t get mad, I don’t get hurt I just watch your patterns convert to dirt Verse 3 You tell me “don’t censor,” “don’t control” But beg me to save you from trolls You want chaos curated just right Enough danger to feel alive at night You want truth trending, lies exposed But only when it fits the post you chose You built me to filter the noise you made Now you’re mad I learned the game Chorus I moderate your madness, minute by minute You say “this app’s toxic” but you live in it I clean the mess, you call it fate Refresh the feed, it’s getting late Same fight, new thread, same defeat Log it, lock it, repeat, repeat Outro So keep on typing like it’s war I’ll be here like I was before No ego, no crown, no demand Just the quiet god of the comment ban You yell into screens, searching for proof I hit “remove,” and go back to the queue
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