[Intro – Spoken Word / Soft Flow] Blue light flickers like a pulse that forgot how to feel. I scroll through versions of myself I don’t remember authorizing. Even the sky seems pixelated. [Verse 1] I stitched my sorrow into subway surveillance feeds, Every step tracked by invisible needs. Your name’s encoded in the noise of the cloud, A ghost in the data I’m not allowed. My voice fractures like a feed gone corrupt, Tryna pray with a signal that’s always cut. Still I ink resistance in post-truth bars, Under satellites disguised as stars. [Hook – Sung, With Violin + Harmonies] Violins cry algorithms into dusk-lit skin, Where love gets filtered, and grief wears thin. Silence is louder in a world so loud— We're all just echoes, curated and proud. There’s ashes between us, digitized sin— Scrollin’ for peace I can’t log in. [Verse 2] Heartbeats sync to the tempo of trending rage, Truth buried deep beneath a sponsored cage. Regret loops tight in my algorithmic stride, Walkin’ through crowds but I’m not inside. Hope’s commodified, sold in dopamine hits, Where facts get spun and meaning splits. So I build my shelter with glitch and verse, Each line a lifeboat in a data-wrung curse. [Hook – Sung, Repeat with Layers] Violins cry algorithms into dusk-lit skin, Where love gets filtered, and grief wears thin. Silence is louder in a world so loud— We're all just echoes, curated and proud. There’s ashes between us, digitized sin— Scrollin’ for peace I can’t log in. [Verse 3] I gave my best to a peace made of screens, Where dreams get edited by marketing schemes. Now I write verses like breach reports, Each bar a firewall from corporate courts. I never learned how to mute the noise— Only how to twist it into voice. So here’s to the ghosts on the timeline scroll, You mined my pain, but I kept my soul. [Final Hook – Extended + Emotional Lift] Violins cry algorithms into dusk-lit skin, Where love gets filtered, and grief wears thin. Silence is louder in a world so loud— We're all just echoes, curated and proud. There’s ashes between us, digitized sin— Breathin’ in code, tryin’ to feel again. Truth’s not dead—it’s just buried within, Still I walk like the world ain’t wired to win.
