They built a market on a bitter divide Selling the anger that we keep inside Every click is a gear turning 'round Driving the engine that is burning us down The product is outrage, the currency fear And we are the ones volunteering here Feed the machine It runs on the tears and the desperate pleas Feed the machine It profits from a manufactured disease They bottle the panic, they package the pain While we stand divided in the digital rain Feed the machine Until there is nothing left to bleed The algorithm demands a new toll Mining the depths of the human soul I look at a friend but I only see red Echoes of poison they put in my head We sharpen the knives for a ghost in the wire While they sit at the top and collect on the fire Feed the machine It runs on the tears and the desperate pleas Feed the machine It profits from a manufactured disease They bottle the panic, they package the pain While we stand divided in the digital rain Feed the machine Until there is nothing left to bleed We are the harvest on the factory floor Fighting a shadow in an endless war If we shatter the lens, if we break the glass We can step right out of this artificial class Feed the machine It runs on the tears and the desperate pleas Feed the machine It profits from a manufactured disease They bottle the panic, they package the pain While we stand divided in the digital rain Feed the machine Until there is nothing left to bleed Starve it. © 2026 The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
