Lyrics

They want your eyes.
They want your rage.
Don't be the ghost in their machine.

Thumb on the glass, yeah, I'm chasing the ghost
Feeding the high with the like and the post
The algorithm knows me better than I know my face
Keeping me locked in a digital race
They serve me the anger, they serve me the hate
Regulation of mind while they're filling the plate
Divided by pixels, conquered by code
I'm carrying the weight of a world-wide load
But it's all engineered, yeah, it's built to distract
To keep me from seeing the way that I act
I'm a data point screaming in a vacuum of noise
While they're selling my focus like a room full of toys.

I'm an algorithmic ghost, haunting the screen
Lost in the static of the "might have been"
They steal the attention, they tax the soul
They want me broken so they stay in control
But I'm waking up, yeah, I'm breaking the link
I'm the only one here who is starting to think
Delete the ghost. 
Become the host.

Social policies written in a comment thread
Living in a loop inside of my head
They want us at war, yeah, the left and the right
While they pick our pockets in the middle of the fight
Policy of outrage, law of the trend
Looking for a master, looking for a friend
But the screen is a mirror of the emptiness inside
A place for the coward and the victim to hide
I see the trap now, I see the design
They can have the data, but they can't have the mine
I'm reclaiming the minute, I'm reclaiming the hour
In a world full of ghosts, the presence is power.

Look at the thumb.
Watch it move. 
Who is moving it?
You? Or the machine?
Step back.
Inside the head, there is a space.
The Witness is quiet. 
The screen is just glass.
The outrage is just a spark in the wire.
I am the silence.
LOG OUT.

I'm an algorithmic ghost, haunting the screen
Lost in the static of the "might have been"
They steal the attention, they tax the soul
They want me broken so they stay in control
But I'm waking up, yeah, I'm breaking the link
I'm the only one here who is starting to think
Delete the ghost. 
Become the host.

The feed never ends. 
But you can.
Right here. 
Right now.
Sovereign in the silence.