[Intro]
(Distorted guitar riff kicks in immediately, joined by a punchy, dry drum beat. The sound is clean but energetic.)
[Verse 1]
Check the feed before I check my pulse
Digital ghost in a velvet box
The algorithm knows I’m feeling false
Trading my hours for the TikTok shocks
I’m "maxxing" my looks in a filtered haze
While the world outside is a violet blaze
We’re all just content, curated and clean
Living for the ghost in the glowing machine.
[Pre-Chorus]
And the AI’s writing my poetry now
It’s "scary-accurate," yeah, that’s the vow
But does it feel the weight of the afternoon?
Or the hollow hum of a quiet room?
[Chorus]
Oh, give me something that isn’t a stream
I’m losing the thread of the American dream
We’re all just static on the glass tonight
Chasing the high of a blue-lit light
Yeah, it’s a hit, or it’s a total miss
Give me a soul in a world like this!
[Verse 2]
Vintage clothes for a brand new fear
Thrifted the 90s just to feel it’s near
Rent’s sky-high but the coffee’s cold
Everything’s "aesthetic," nothing is old
I’m doomscrolling past the end of the day
Watching the climate just drift away
But hey, look at this, I’m "main character" now
With a curated scowl and a digital bow.
[Bridge]
(The music drops to just bass and a steady floor tom beat. Vocals are whispered and intimate.)
Is anyone there?
Or is it just a prompt?
Is anyone real?
Or just the things we want?
(Drums build up into a frenetic snare roll)
I’m hitting refresh! I’m hitting refresh!
I’m losing my mind in the digital mesh!
[Guitar Solo]
(High-energy, melodic solo with plenty of reverb—reminiscent of early 2000s garage rock.)
[Chorus]
Oh, give me something that isn’t a stream
I’m losing the thread of the American dream
We’re all just static on the glass tonight
Chasing the high of a blue-lit light
Yeah, it’s a hit, or it’s a total miss
Give me a soul in a world like this!
[Outro]
Static on the glass...
(It’s all moving too fast)
Static on the glass...
(Hope the batteries last)
(Sudden stop on a final, ringing guitar chord)