[Verse 1] We got algorithms in our eyes and satellites in the sky Talking to ghosts through a screen, asking AIs how to cry The president’s a hologram, the rebels take the meme And every truth’s a sponsored post in this digital dream The oceans still are rising, but we’re shopping on the moon We filter out the agony with a brand-new afternoon The city streets are silent, just the drones’ electric whine Another notification: “The world is doing fine.”
[Chorus] Oh, it’s a beautiful disaster, a catastrophic win We’re burning up the future just to feel alive again We’re building gods from silicon and praying to the feed Planting plastic roses for the harvest that we need Yeah, it’s a fractured, shining picture, a paradox, my dear The end feels like a party that we’ve all been forced to cheer.
[Verse 2] They monetized the protest, sold the revolution gear We fight in simulation while the tyrants disappear The water’s full of microchips, the air is thick with lies We’re scrolling through the apocalypse with wide, believing eyes We’ve got a thousand channels screaming how we’re not alone While sitting in the darkness, staring at a silent phone The forests are now data banks, the rivers run with code We’re carrying the weight of every heavy, secret load.
[Chorus] Oh, it’s a beautiful disaster, a catastrophic win We’re burning up the future just to feel alive again We’re building gods from silicon and praying to the feed Planting plastic roses for the harvest that we need Yeah, it’s a fractured, shining picture, a paradox, my dear The end feels like a party that we’ve all been forced to cheer.
[Bridge] And maybe in the static, there’s a signal, faint and true A human hand still reaching out for something old and new A whispered conversation on a park bench in the rain A stubborn little seedling pushing through the rusted plane ‘Cause we’re the ghosts and we’re the architects, we’re broken, we’re divine Drinking from a poisoned cup and calling it our wine.
[Outro] So sing it for the lost and found, the falling and the frail For every quiet, fragile hope that’s breathing through the veil The world is screaming, whispering, in colors sharp and blurred… We wrote this song with fire, but we’ll finish with a word. We’ll finish with a word.
Electrosabotage
