Verse 1
We clock in furious, punch cards made of glass,
Breakfast tastes like headlines, goes down way too fast.
Sirens in our pockets hum lullabies in flame,
Every push notification knows us by our names.
We wear our opinions like rented tuxedos,
Tailored by machines, never stitched by heroes.
Echo chambers rattle like bones in a dryer,
Truth’s a wet match praying to start a fire.
Pre-Chorus
Red light, green room, cue the collapse,
Applause signs flicker in the synapses.
Chorus
We’re assembly-line hearts in a just-add-rage world,
Shrink-wrapped convictions, heat-sealed and sold.
Strike the spark, let the blueprint decide,
We’re fireworks lit from the wrong side.
Hands up, eyes closed, read the fine print lies,
Manufactured outrage with barcode eyes.
Scan me, brand me, tell me who to despise,
I’m a trending topic dressed up as a crisis.
Verse 2
Our spines bend easy like aluminum cans,
Crushed by slogans that don’t need a plan.
Villains rotate like tires on a lease,
Same old war in a different release.
We sharpen our tongues on secondhand smoke,
Every borrowed fury thinks it’s bespoke.
The crowd surfs grief like it’s stadium lights,
We mistake the volume for being right.
Pre-Chorus
Tension sold by the megabyte,
We don’t pull triggers, we just retweet fights.
Chorus
We’re assembly-line hearts in a just-add-rage world,
Shrink-wrapped convictions, heat-sealed and sold.
Strike the spark, let the blueprint decide,
We’re fireworks lit from the wrong side.
Hands up, eyes closed, read the fine print lies,
Manufactured outrage with barcode eyes.
Scan me, brand me, tell me who to despise,
I’m a trending topic dressed up as a crisis.
Bridge
If this is war, it’s fought in mirrors,
Bloodless battles, loud as prayers.
We crown our anger like it’s earned,
But borrowed flames still burn.
They call it passion, call it proof,
But smoke’s not truth, it just looks loud.
We’re choking on the aftertaste
Of outrage that was pre-packaged.
Breakdown
Pull the lever, watch us split,
Left, right, fractured script.
Wind-up toys with righteous noise,
Breaking down on schedule, on script, on cue.
Final Chorus
We’re assembly-line hearts with expiration dates,
Selling our calm for convenient hate.
Blueprint souls in a copy-paste fight,
We glow real bright but don’t give off light.
Hands up, eyes closed, feel first, don’t ask why,
Manufactured outrage with barcode eyes.
Cut the cord, kill the feed, let it die,
I want a thought that’s actually mine.
Outro
When the factory sleeps and the sirens unwind,
What survives if we don’t pick a side?
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