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Ding, buzz, notification sound
Scrolling through the feed at 3 AM
When did we become slaves to the algorithm?
This is our digital prison... This is our digital prison
Addicted to the dopamine, scrolling through the screen
Mean comments from strangers got me questioning my dreams
Seems like everybody's living perfect lives but me
Reality distorted by what i see on my feed
Need validation from people i don't even know
Show me love through a heart, but in person they're cold
Sold our privacy for convenience, now they track every move
Groove to the rhythm of surveillance, what we got left to prove?
We're living in digital chains
Scrolling away all our pain
Connected but feeling alone
These screens have replaced our home, our home
Hashtag activism, but where's the real change?
Everything's trending, but nothing's rearranged
We're prisoners of our own device
Welcome to paradise, welcome to paradise
Artificial intelligence replacing human connection
Protection from the real world, but what's the cost of perfection?
Reflection in the black mirror shows a broken soul
Goal was to bring us together, now we're losing control
Stole our attention spans, plans to keep us distracted
Acted like it's progress, but our minds have been hijacked
Packed full of information but empty of wisdom
System designed to consume us, welcome to the prison
We're living in digital chains
Scrolling away all our pain
Connected but feeling alone
These screens have replaced our home, our home
Hashtag activism, but where's the real change?
Everything's trending, but nothing's rearranged
We're prisoners of our own device
Welcome to paradise, welcome to paradise
When was the last time you looked someone in the eyes
Without taking a picture?
When was the last time you felt truly present
Without documenting the moment?
We've traded human connection for digital perfection
Our children are growing up thinking likes equal love
And views equal value
But what happens when the servers go down?
Who are we without our profiles?
Break the cycle, recycle your time for something real
Feel the grass beneath your feet, delete what doesn't heal
Steal back your mind from the machine, lean into human touch
Much more than megabytes and pixels, we need each other's clutch
Clutch onto conversations that don't fit in 280 characters
Barriers broken down by genuine care, not filters
Built to last relationships, not just for the gram
Damn right it's time to remember who we really am
Break free from digital chains
Choose connection over gains
Unplug and feel alive again
This is where healing begins, healing begins
Real activism starts with action
Face to face interaction
Put the device down, look around
True paradise can still be found, still be found
Power button, press it down
Real world's waiting to be found
Digital detox, human touch
Sometimes less connection is so much
More than we ever realized
Open your heart, close your device
Digital chains can be broken
Let your real voice be spoken