[Intro] [Instrumental, atmospheric synth-pad and emotive piano underpinned by an 8-string metal guitar bassline] [Verse 1, prefer a man 2003 male rap voice] Scroll scarred eyes Click quick, don’t think, just swipe Every feed, every screen Spitting teeth, say it’s “the good life” Overwhelmed Every second like a landmine Overkill Tiny heart on a deadline Overloaded Brain buffer, can’t reboot Static in my chest Can’t hear the truth [Pre-Chorus, Overlapping vocal passages, sung/rapped] Can’t tell signal from the smoke now Every headline wearing war-paint Plastic halos in the profile But the flesh smells like complaint [Chorus, prefer a woman 2024 female sung/screams voice] Technology is riding the wave And the wave’s riding right over me Tsunami of data, I can’t be saved When the tide drags down who I used to be Brains washed clean, reason swept away Identity ghosted in the spray Everybody wants to be a hero on the screen But nobody’s human when the pixels bleed [Verse 2, prefer a man 2003 male rap voice] Face filtered Soul blurred into the background Every thought pre-written In a drop-down Overkill Every click another cage door Overloaded Eyes wide, mind on the cold floor Privacy pawned For a hit of validation Name turned brand Turned code in a simulation Real, fake, can’t taste the divide Everything posed Nothing alive [Breakdown] [low vocal register] Who are you When the feed goes dark? Where do you end Where does it start? [screamed] Brains washed, brains washed Till they shine like glass Reason swept Like sand in the blast Identity lost in the overflow Drowning in a highlight show [Chorus, prefer a woman 2024 female sung/screams voice] Technology is riding the wave And the wave’s riding right over me Tsunami of data, I can’t be saved When the tide drags down who I used to be Brains washed clean, reason swept away Identity ghosted in the spray Everybody wants to be a hero on the screen But nobody’s human when the pixels bleed [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Overwhelmed Overkill Overloaded Overfilled [full band hits] Everyone a legend in their own headline No one left bleeding in the offline Everybody screaming “I will save the world!” But they scroll right past When a real hand curls [Chorus, prefer a woman 2024 female sung/screams voice] Technology is riding the wave And the wave’s riding right over me Tsunami of data, I can’t be saved When the tide drags down who I used to be Brains washed clean, reason swept away Identity ghosted in the spray Everybody wants to be a hero on the screen But nobody’s human when the pixels bleed
