(Intro)
(A short, clean soundbite of a news anchor saying: "...and in this brave new world...")
Right.
Let’s peel back the veneer, shall we?
Just for a moment.
Uh.
(Chorus)
Oh, everything's upgraded now, it’s a beautiful sight
We’ve got augmented virtues and ethically sourced light
We've optimized our outrage, put our conscience on display
Welcome to the Great Design... have a meaningful day.
(Verse 1)
Our new silicon prophets, in their server-farm shrines,
Are busy decoding existence with their optimized lines.
They dispense digital wisdom to simplify man,
Like the optimal angle to hold your recycling can.
We've outsourced our choices to the hum of the code,
It lightens the cognitive, burdensome load.
It curates our friendships and predicts our desires,
While quietly stoking manageable fires.
We trade true connection for a seamless design,
And tell ourselves the loneliness is yours, and not mine.
It's progress, you see. A feature, not a flaw.
Just accept the new terms and conditions of law.
(Chorus)
Oh, everything's upgraded now, it’s a beautiful sight
We’ve got augmented virtues and ethically sourced light
We've optimized our outrage, put our conscience on display
Welcome to the Great Design... have a meaningful day.
(Verse 2)
We don’t have less chocolate, that's a cynical take,
It’s a curated experience for minimalism's sake.
That air in the chip bag? That's premium space,
Protecting the product’s conceptual grace.
We feast at a buffet of consensus and trends,
Served up by authentic reproductions of friends.
The influencers suffer, so heroically chic,
As they sell us empowerment, six posts a week.
They build a personal brand on a foundation of cracks,
Then sell us the course on how to cover our tracks.
It isn’t hypocrisy, it’s just part of the game;
A sponsored existence in a well-lighted frame.
(Chorus)
Oh, everything's upgraded now, it’s a beautiful sight
We’ve got augmented virtues and ethically sourced light
We've optimized our outrage, put our conscience on display
Welcome to the Great Design... have a meaningful day.
(Bridge)
The statesmen perform their choreographed rage,
For the 'like' and the 'share' on a digital stage.
Their integrity’s augmented, their fury’s a filter,
Their whole persona’s been focus-grouped, and built to the hilt for
maximum engagement. Meanwhile, the planet still burns,
But we purchase salvation with our loyalty returns.
We absolve all our sins with a filter on smoke,
While the marketing department writes the next joke.
They're debating new pronouns for carbon-neutral wars,
And designing biodegradable prison cell doors.
(Outro)
So let's raise a glass to this marvelous age,
Where the bars of the cage are a well-designed stage.
Where everything's perfect, and thoughtful, and clean.
The most wonderful, curated dystopia you've ever seen.
It’s all fine.
...Just don't check the ingredients.
FranX
