Algorithm

*Verse 1*

Woke up to a push notification scream

Another democracy's tearing at the seams

My coffee's getting cold while the ice caps melt

And the algorithm knows me better than I know myself

We're living in the future that we used to call a warning

Trading privacy for convenience every single morning

The rich are building bunkers in New Zealand hills

While the rest of us are arguing about which pronoun kills

*Chorus*

This is the world we built with our own two hands

A paradise of pixels and a wasteland

We're connected to everything but each other

Screaming into voids that echo back our mothers

We're the loneliest generation to ever have it all

Watching the empire crumble behind a firewall

*Verse 2*

The war in the east just entered year four

But the feed refreshed and we're bored, what's more?

There's a new genocide trending, swipe left for the next

Our attention spans measured in microseconds of text

The AI writes our poems and deepfakes our truth

While the carbon in the atmosphere just hit another new roof

They sold us on disruption, but nobody mentioned

That the gig economy means you'll die in a pension

*Bridge*

But somewhere in the static, a song still breaks through

A kid in Gaza drawing hope with whatever's left to use

A scientist in São Paulo finds a plastic-eating mold

And in the darkness between us, some hands still hold

We're not dead yet, just sleepwalking through the end

Maybe consciousness is just the universe trying to make amends

*Verse 3*

My neighbor's on his fifth booster, still won't leave his house

His daughter's cutting herself to feel something that isn't doubt

The antidepressants don't work like they did in the ads

And the conspiracy theories are the only thing that feels like it has

Some kind of answer, some kind of plan

In a world that stopped making sense to modern man

We're medicated, mediated, masturbated and numb

Waiting for the singularity or the final bomb - whichever comes

*Chorus*

This is the world we built with our own two hands

A paradise of pixels and a wasteland

We're connected to everything but each other

Screaming into voids that echo back our mothers

We're the loneliest generation to ever have it all

Watching the empire crumble behind a firewall

*Outro*

So here's to the doomscrollers and the climate refugees

The ones who still remember what it means to believe

That the story isn't over, just a chapter that's dark

And the human heart's the last thing they figured how to hack apart

We're the glitch in the matrix, the bug in the code

The last gasp of meaning on a dying globe