Scrollin’ fingers tap, the dopamine blast,
Endless cascade, pixels movin’ fast.
Violin weeps, piano strikes a chord,
A digital buffet we can’t afford.
Algorithmic whispers, they plant the seed,
It’s not what we want, but what we’re told to need.
Feed the hunger, they call it the stream,
But it’s a nightmare dressed as a dream.
The feed breeds greed, it’s all we see,
Screens dictate who we’re meant to be.
We feed, we need, can’t break free,
A loop we’re stuck in, eternally.
Violin cries over synthetic waves,
Piano tells tales of data graves.
They map our moves, chart every breath,
Trade our freedom for a click-to-death.
FOMO’s a leash, tighter than chains,
Pixels in my blood, rewiring my brain.
The loop, the loop, spinning like a wheel,
False satisfaction, it don’t feel real.
Violin screeches, piano hits disjoint,
Techno heartbeat pounds, driving the point.
The feed breeds greed, it’s all we see,
Screens dictate who we’re meant to be.
We feed, we need, can’t break free,
A loop we’re stuck in, eternally.
