[Intro – whispered, close, heartbeat percussion] Hmm… and you may find yourself… behind Gorilla Glass… Violently wired… [Verse 1 – intimate, rhythmic] They scroll in like thunderclouds wearing blue-lit skin, Fingers sharp as icicles tapping where the cracks begin. “You are too online, too loud, too much, too late,” While their own bad habits sleep under layers of quiet weight. The posts fly out like startled birds from a glowing nest, Shouting at the echo but calling it your chest. [Chorus – building, soaring with string swells] You see it, you feed it — the network is alive! The loudest judgment is the one you hide! Human behaviour, projecting like a storm, The whole character screaming at its own form! Oh… Gorilla Glass laughs in pixels and in code, We only ever scroll ourselves on this winding road… [Verse 2 – glitchy beats, voice fracturing] They say the world is selfish, cruel, and blind, While their own heart stays locked, terrified to unwind. They call everyone lazy, drifting without fire, Yet their own dreams sit frozen in the telephone wire. We gather in circles, dissecting the “them,” Never noticing the profile wearing our skin. [Chorus – bigger, volcanic] You see it, you feed it — the network is alive! The loudest judgment is the one you hide! Human behaviour, throwing stones from within, The pointed heart beating under its own sin! Oh… Gorilla Glass blooms in static and in flame, We wonder why they are… but we are the same… [Bridge – whispered then exploding into full wail] And you may ask the timeline… why do they point and rage? And you may ask the network… why does this story feel so true? And the servers and the satellites all reply… “Because the network is breathing… and the network is I… And the network is you… and the network is we…” [Breakdown – sparse heartbeat + distant choirs] Whole character… posting outward… Can’t see its own hunger… Whole character… posting outward… Dancing with its shadow… violently… [Final Chorus – full emotional eruption, layered vocals] You see it, you feed it — the network is alive! Every finger pointed is a boomerang in flight! Stop wondering why they storm the way they do, Turn gently toward the glass… and the glass looks back at you.
