(Verse 1)
You scroll past blood for dopamine hits,
Another kid down while you’re chasin’ clicks.
Filter your face, filter your brain,
Drown it in TikTok, ignore the pain.
Screams echo loud in a classroom tomb,
But your top concern is a bathroom Zoom.
No thoughts, just reels, no care, just clout—
And they took the phones instead of helping out.
(Pre-Chorus)
You're flexin’ fake lives, showin' off your meals,
While mothers scream at a world that feels—
Nothing.
Numb, blind, dumb, in chains.
All dressed in pixels to cover the pain.
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(Chorus)
Wake the fuck up, you’re not alive,
Just a slave in a screen-fed lie.
Sold your voice for a dopamine drip,
While the world goes down, you post that lip.
Get off the ‘gram, get off your knees,
No freedom here, just corporate disease.
Start thinkin’ for your goddamn self,
Before they shelf you on a digital shelf.
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(Verse 2)
Kids bleed out and we argue about pronouns,
But where’s the fire when another body goes down?
They arm the cops like it’s a damn crusade,
Then blame the phones the victims made.
Parents lost in 12-hour shifts,
Trying to raise kids with YouTube clips.
No breaks, just bills, no guide, just grind—
While a congressman checks his stock in kind.
> We ban TikTok but not assault rifles,
All smoke screens, no survival.
Fake solutions for public fear,
While the real ones disappear.
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(Bridge)
OnlyFans fame, selling skin for rent,
But we ain’t broke, just morally spent.
Glued to reels while the world ignites,
Too scared to protest, too soft to fight.
They feed us rage, then silence dissent,
Wrap us in ads, sell us content.
You're a product, not a soul—
Wake the fuck up before they take control.
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(Chorus)
Wake the fuck up, you’re not alive,
Just a slave in a screen-fed lie.
Sold your voice for a dopamine drip,
While the world goes down, you post that lip.
Get off the ‘gram, get off your knees,
No freedom here, just corporate disease.
Start thinkin’ for your goddamn self,
Before they shelf you on a digital shelf.
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(Breakdown)
Don’t tell me to calm down when kids are dying,
Don’t tell me “thoughts” while mothers are crying.
Don’t play pretend like you care at all,
When all you do is scroll and stall.
This isn’t edgy, this is fact—
You’re being drained, and that’s a pact.
Made in silence, wrapped in glass,
Now break that screen and take it back.
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(Outro – Screamed)
WAKE! THE! FUCK! UP!
Before your soul’s just likes and luck.
Before you die in apathy’s bed,
And they tag your toe with “Easily Led.”
Rage is truth when silence kills—
So scream till the system feels.
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