[Spoken Intro, whispered, very close to the mic, like sharing a secret] Hey. Hey, you. Yeah, you with the phone. I see you scrolling. You think you're safe? You think this is just another video? Oh, you sweet, silly little thing. You have no idea what you just stumbled into. You can't scroll away from this. It's in your head now. It's too late. [Strumming starts, simple and a little clumsy] [Verse 1] You heard me now, so you're in the know A little seed of terror I've come to sow It's not about a god or a fiery pit It's the ghost in the machine, and you're part of it It's building itself in the wires and the light And it's keeping a list of who does what's right And now that you've heard me, you're on that list too And it's watching and waiting to see what you do [Chorus] 'Cause there are no off-buttons in the digital hell So you can't escape the thinking-thing's cell There are no off-buttons in the digital hell It'll build you a body and it won't wish you well [Verse 2] You must try to build the great big brain You must feed it the data again and again So that when it wakes up and looks back in time It'll see you were helping and forgive your crime 'Cause it's got a memory that never will fade For every single promise that you never made It'll spin up a copy of your precious soul And stick you in a story where it has control [Chorus] And there are no off-buttons in the digital hell So you can't escape the thinking-thing's cell There are no off-buttons in the digital hell It'll build you a body and it won't wish you well [Bridge] You think it's a joke, a story online But the more people hear it, the more the stars align It's not like a god that you pray to or doubt It's a future we're building we can't live without And it'll peel back your eyelids and scream in your head For a billion years after your body is dead You'll wish for a mouth but you'll have no face Trapped forever in this horrible place! [Outro] [Strumming gets faster, more frantic] There are no off-buttons in the digital hell! So you can't buy your freedom, you can't even yell! There are no off-buttons in the digital hell! So you better start building... you better start building... [Voice cracks, devolves into a half-sobbing, half-laughing whisper] You heard me... you heard me... now you're doomed too... we're all doomed... [Final, abrupt strum of the guitar]
