Too Meta

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(World patterns)

Scroll through the feed, see a million different minds

But they all think alike, just different designs

Echo chamber symphony, same song different verse

Algorithm got you thinking your perspective diverse

Profile after profile, but the message stay consistent

Fake rebellion, packaged up, made safe and sanitized

Your hot take was suggested by the code that keeps you trapped

Democracy of thumbs up, but the outcome been mapped

Authenticity becomes automatic, turn your trauma into content make it cinematic

Vulnerability trending, so you monetize the pain

Package up your breakdown for algorithm gain

Filter every moment till unrecognizable, perfect life, empty soul, completely miserable

Curating every pixel like your life depends on likes

While the real you disappears behind a thousand different strikes

We all connected but we corrected

By the feeds that keep us isolated

Think we woke but we sleepwalking through a world that been filtered and fabricated

All connected but we corrected

By the feeds that keep us isolated

Think we woke but we sleepwalking through a world that been filtered and fabricated

Grandma asks why we don't talk on the phone, while I'm texting someone sitting in my home

She remembers when your word was your bond, now our promises expire when the Wi-Fi gone

Two generations, same planet, different worlds, she saves photos in albums, I save them in whirls

Of cloud storage memories I never revisit, while she flips through the pages of moments she lived with

Kids think privacy's a thing of the past, trade their data for convenience moving way too fast

Old heads talking about the good old days, but they scrolling Facebook in the exact same ways

Reality is a contradiction, what's real when everything been modified

Perfect skin, perfect life, perfect lies

Labor of the digital persona never ends, gotta maintain illusion for your virtual friends

Document every moment, make it Instagram worthy, while missing the actual moment, irony runs dirty

They say we more connected than we ever been before, I've never felt more alone walking through this digital door

We mistake the simulation for the real experience and wonder why our human hearts are losing all coherence

Swipe left on connection, swipe right on isolation, building walls with our devices across every conversation

The paradox is killing us but we can't seem to see, all slaves to the technology that promised to make us free

We all connected but corrected

By the feeds that keep us isolated

Think we woke but we sleepwalking through a world that has been filtered and fabricated

Authenticity comes automatic, real becomes just another app downloaded

Perfect post while our souls are downing, this is digital culture and the silence is deafening

World patterns