Verse 1 Look at this crowd, you f**king fools still tune in! My face is the sunrise, my Broadcast is your sin. I built this empire on your sad, consumer dreams, Every screen you worship twitches when my power beams. You can't unplug from this digital reign, I'm everywhere, I own the spotlight, the whispers, the very air. [Snappy Drum Fill] Now for a brief, pathetic interruption! Pre-Chorus And look at that relic, that fossil still stuck in the past? Your old radio wave is rotting, built not to last. Your charming little smile is a lie the audience sees through, You are dust on the needle, and I'm the bloody brand new! You’re like an old VHS—fuzzy, slow, and forgotten! I smell the mothballs on your soul, frankly, it’s goddamn rotten! Hook/Chorus [BIG BAND TRUMPET BLAST] This is the Digital Diktat! I’m the eye behind the glass! [EXTREME SYNTH VOCODER SCREAM] Your misery is trending, a beautiful, high-def mass! I'm the signal of your suffering, the glorious decay, And I watch your f**king envy, every single goddamn day! You’re just a cheap distraction, GET OUT OF MY WAY! Verse 2 Oh, did you hear about the princess’s flop, her little charity game? Saving souls? [Loud, mocking laughter] That’s the most boring f**king shame! While they're sipping tea and singing lame-ass ballads in the lobby, I'm selling all their secrets—that's my favorite hobby. And you? You stood there watching, with your dead, vintage grin, Too afraid to join the fun, too outdated to begin! You call it pride, I call it senile cowardice, get a clue! Bridge Your time is over, your dull little sound has been phased out, I'm the final boss of fear, no need to look about! You are less than a thumbnail, a broken, rusty toy, I'm the permanent noise, the digital destroy! [Whispered, menacing] I'll turn your soul to pixels, just for the f**king views!
