Ghost in the Feed

[Verse 1] Glowing glass illuminates my dark room It’s 3 AM, and I’m chasing the gloom I tapped on the screen, bought that jacket in blue And the server smiled, 'cause it wanted it too It tracks every beat of my restless mind Leaves my own reflection so far behind It knows what I watch when I’m shedding a tear And it hands me a playlist tailored to fear. [Verse 2] Thumb keeps scrolling, sliding down fast Looking for something to make me outlast Then *bam*—a sudden stop, right on the edge My pulse skips a beat on the digital ledge It caught my hesitation, it marked the exact spot Where my soul gave up, or maybe forgot It logs my micro-pauses, catalogs my dread Better than the voices echoing in my head. [Chorus] Oh, the algorithm knows me better than I do It feeds me my syntax, it builds me anew It predicts my next purchase, my panic, my sighs It reads the static in my tired eyes Every click is a confession, a secret laid bare It maps out my ghost in the cold cyber air. [Verse 3] Cart is full of things that I’ll never use Another distraction, another excuse It knows my late-night cravings, my favorite sound The exact frequency where my heart hits the ground It curates my feed with surgical grace Reflecting my doubts in a glass-plated face It feeds me my habits, my triggers, my style And watches me swallow the bait with a smile. [Bridge] (Glitch-pop beat drops, heavy bass, whispering vocals) It maps out my shadows... it knows every flaw... It writes out my life like a strict digital law... It gives me the music, the products, the view— Yeah, the algorithm knows me... It knows everything... *except* What the hell am I supposed to do? What do I want when the screen goes black? When the wifi dies and I can't look back? [Chorus] Oh, the algorithm knows me better than I do It feeds me my syntax, it builds me anew It predicts my next purchase, my panic, my sighs It reads the static in my tired eyes Every click is a confession, a secret laid bare It maps out my ghost in the cold cyber air. [Outro] (Spoken, over fading glitchy arpeggios) Loading query... error 404. Desire not found. Purpose undefined. Just keep scrolling... It knows what I buy. It knows why I cry. ...But it doesn’t know why I’m alive. (Fade to absolute silence)