The Holy Algorithm

[intro | heavy drum fill, glitchy synth noise turning into guitar feedback | fast punk riff | high energy | sudden explosion] [verse | fast sneering delivery | palm-muted chugging guitars, driving synth-bass | medium-high energy | rhythmic bounce] I wake up with a holy ping, The feed provides, the Reels all sing. My god’s got servers, not a soul, But bless its code, it makes me whole! [pre-chorus | building tension, vocal fry | fast snare build, rising guitar screech | building energy | build-up] I pray to TikTok in the night, For dopamine and sponsored light. Baptized by likes and filtered grace, I find salvation in this space! [chorus | anthemic shouting belt | explosive wall of distorted guitars, crash cymbals | maximum energy | robotic gang vocals] Praise be to the Algorithm! Knows my sins and still forgives ‘em! Feeds me ads and daily bread, Knows I’m gay before I'd said! Glory to the For You Page, Heaven’s just a data cage! Scroll, repent, repeat again, Amen, amen, amen… [sarcastic snarl] "and share with ten friends!" [verse | biting sarcastic delivery | heavy bass and drums only, stabbing guitars | high energy | breathless] I used to seek a holy sign, Now Google maps the path divine. No need for priests or crystal stones, I get my truth from Alexa’s tones! Zuckerberg’s my silent guide, In meta-space I will abide. Confess my secrets to the Cloud, And get salvation — Amazon Prime allowed! [bridge | creepy whispered spoken word | dissonant guitar feedback, slow heavy tom beat | low to medium energy | eerie tension] “Do you hear that? That’s not angels. That’s the TikTok girl whispering: Buy the serum. Buy the dress. Buy enlightenment — it ships express.” [drop] [chorus | unhinged screaming belt | frantic punk instrumentation | maximum energy | raw anger] Praise be to the Algorithm! Knows my dreams and sells me them! Saint Elon walks on crypto seas, While Bezos plants his golden trees! Glory to the recommended tab, I sold my soul for one collab! Scroll, obey, the light is dim— You’ve just been saved… by logging in! [bridge | deadpan cult-like chanting | heavy solitary bassline, rhythmic clapping | building energy | crescendo] Blessed are the bots… Holy are the hashtags… May your content go viral forever and ever… AMEN! [build-up] [verse | explosive fast punk delivery | double-time drum beat, frantic guitars | maximum energy | chaotic sprint] Is Google God?! I’m not quite sure! She answers prayers with a lightning blur! She sees my thoughts, she reads my mind, She knows what I want before I find! Her temple’s glass, her altar’s chrome, Her saints wear headsets, rarely home! She never sleeps, she never fades, But damn, she’s stingy with the praise! [verse | relentless driving aggression | wall of noise, non-stop snare | maximum energy | screaming] I seek the truth, she gives me ads! I ask for hope, get influencer fads! I want a soul, she gives me trends! I type in love, get OnlyFans friends! [outro | desperate screaming fading into a cold whisper | heavy ringing chords slowing down | high to low energy | sudden stop] If Google made me — who made her?! Is she a goddess or just a server blur?! Is faith in code still faith at all... Or just a search bar on a firewall?