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

Progressive, new wave, goth, industrial, heavy reverb echo guitar