[Intro] Pixel ghosts in the dopamine fog, scrolling through the hollow throne Silent screams in infinite scroll, where the young ones trade their souls alone [Verse 1] Little warriors chase the glowing bait, hearts hooked on phantom cheers Faceless numbers crown the kings of late, drowning truth in filtered fears Moments sliced to fifteen-second highs, ego inflating like glitch balloons While the real fire in their chest slowly dies, under algo moons and viral tunes [Verse 2] They build cathedrals out of fleeting likes, temples made of coded smoke Dreams of blowing up like supernova spikes, but the mirror cracks and leaves 'em broke Validation vampires in the feed parade, sucking marrow from tomorrow's vein Next gen bent like wires in the upgrade, chasing ghosts that never feel the rain [Pre-Chorus] Ignored crisis humming in the wires, a quiet war no one dares to name Hearts rerouted through electric liars, trading essence for a trending flame [Chorus] We scroll into the void, chasing shadows for the crown Faceless followers loud, but the real self going down Viral fever dreams ignite the fall, generations fade to dust In this digital myth where the strong ones rust, deliver us [Bridge] Surreal sirens sing the endless high, myth of self born in the cloud But the core erodes while the highlights fly, empire of glass screaming loud No roots, no anchor in the silicon storm, just echoes wearing human skin Patriotic pulse turned algorithm norm, where the silent crisis wins [Verse] Bare souls auctioned for the double tap, futures pixelated thin Wild hearts trapped in the engagement trap, losing battles they can't even spin From playgrounds to the infinite feed, the decline wears a filtered grin Mythopoetic hunger left to bleed, while the unseen real world spins [Reprise Chorus] We scroll into the void, chasing shadows for the crown Faceless followers loud, but the real self going down Viral fever dreams ignite the fall, generations fade to dust In this digital myth where the strong ones rust, deliver us [Outro] Fading code in the afterglow, broken wings on the data wind Wake the fire before the final show, or the light within grows dim
