(Intro - A harsh, distorted synth alarm sounds, repeating quickly. The beat drops in with a mechanical, fast, and heavy industrial rhythm.) (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (Spoken, low voice, over the beat): Yeah. Look at the camera. It’s always watching. And you paid the subscription. (Verse 1 - Rap Flow: The Surveillance) (Gm) Woke up already losing, checking the phone for the score (Eb) My value's determined by the numbers knocking at the door and the core of my self-worth (Bb) They took our attention, monetized the whole earth and birth (F) And we stand in line happily, begging for a like to confirm our worth. (Gm) Every moment curated, every struggle sanitized for the screen (Eb) The toxic aspiration, the impossible scene that can't be unseen (Bb) The timeline is a weapon, a highlight reel designed to burn (F) Making me forget the damn lessons I was supposed to learn and turn the page. (Gm) This ain't communication, it's digital surveillance for free (Eb) They got the metrics on the panic, they got the metrics on me and my agony (Bb) Trading my soul for an algorithm that only wants the next click and scroll (F) Man, I wish I could smash this prison and regain my control and my soul! (Pre-Chorus - The beat intensifies, focusing on a rapid, clanging percussion. The vocal shifts to a strained, raw shout.) (Eb) They built the glass screen to become the final wall and the wire! (Bb) Feeding the fake, stoking the self-loathing fire! (F) I see the wires in the walls, the sensors in the air! (Gm) THIS IS THE BLACK MIRROR LEASH! I CAN'T FUCKING BEAR! (Chorus - Screamo Vocals dominate. The music is a chaotic, grinding wall of sound with relentless, sharp hits.) (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (SCREAMED): I HATE THE LIKES! I HATE THE FAKE LIGHT! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) KILL THE ALGORITHM! GIVE ME BACK THE NIGHT! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) I'M TRAPPED IN THE FEED! I'M CHOKING ON THE VIEW! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) THE DIGITAL PANIC! IT’S CONSUMING ME AND YOU! (Verse 2 - Screamo Rap Flow: The Paranoia) (Gm) Every notification is a jolt of electric fear and doubt (Eb) Who's looking, who's watching, who's writing me out of the route that I wanna take (Bb) I wanna burn the server farm, I wanna tear down the tower for good (F) This constant, creeping knowledge that I'm totally misunderstood and should be somewhere else. (Gm) The screen's got a gravity, a magnetic, low pull and drag (Eb) Filling the empty spaces with an endless, useless hag and shag of information (Bb) We traded community for competition, connection for data flow (F) Now we're all just scrolling, watching the real world go and grow without us. (Breakdown - Music slams into a slow, heavy, suffocating rhythm. The riff is mechanical and dissonant. Vocals are guttural, sustained growls.) (Eb) (Growled): THEY STOLE THE SILENCE! (Bb) (Growled): THEY STOLE THE TRUTH! (F) (Growled): I AM THE PRODUCT! (Gm) (SCREAMED, long and raw): FUCK THE DIGITAL YOUTH! (The music slams back into speed) (Chorus - Final, overwhelming, brutal assault. Maximum vocal and instrumental intensity.) (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (SCREAMED): I HATE THE LIKES! I HATE THE FAKE LIGHT! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) KILL THE ALGORITHM! GIVE ME BACK THE NIGHT! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) I'M TRAPPED IN THE FEED! I'M CHOKING ON THE VIEW! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) THE DIGITAL PANIC! IT’S CONSUMING ME AND YOU! (Outro - The fast, mechanical beat continues, accelerating and fading into the sound of a phone violently dropping and cracking.) (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (SCREAMED): I AM UNPLUGGED! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (Sound of cracking glass and silence.)
