歌詞

Ecce

This is not a war

It's a PEACE

Dopamine algorithms, media, and AI

A transparent record of hell

Ruled by 'right' words and ruthless algorithms

Dolls are emotional garbage dumps where cowards stab strangers from their safe zones

Using 'likes' to hide their vanity and kill souls

Slave to the code, under algorithm’s sway

​In a box, for a Like, we threw life away

​Convenient memories are our only salvation

​Welcome to the end. Welcome to the silence

HUMANS ARE NO LONGER NEEDED

LIKE! LIKE! LIKE! LIKE!

LI-LI-LI-LI

LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA

Like-Like-Like, dopamine gutter

Stutter and mutter, a rhythmic clutter

Like-Like-Like, psychological spike

Digital strike on a hollow-point mic

Like-Like-Like, algorithm heat

Rhythm on repeat, the metric is neat

Like-Like-Like, a plastic parade

A static charade in the shadow we shade

Dolls in the safe zone, throwing the stone

Flesh made of plastic, chilled to the bone

Acrylic aesthetic, the synthetic clone

Stabbing the shadows, reaping what’s sown

Scrolling the feed, satisfying the greed

Pixels of poison are all that they need

Disposal of feelings, the ceiling is leaking

The transparent hell is the heaven they're seeking

Satellite appetite, parasitic light

Clinical, cynical, Nine-to-None night

Nein to the mind, where the blind are aligned

In the design of the digital brine

Numb to the hum, where the sum is none

The run is done, under the plastic sun

Fine is the line, where the Nine is the shrine

Refine the decline, in the binary wine

1. Like, like, the empty validation

2. Like, like, the plastic generation

3. No rewinding time, no pausing the clock

4. Just dolls in a box, picking the lock

5. Like, like, acrylic illusion

6. Like, like, a pristine confusion

7. Floating on CLOUD NINE, feeling so Numb

8. Crossing the Line, where the None has become

Nine Lives, Nein Like, the pristine None strike

Sequence Nine initiated. Human

Humans LOVE, easy pleasure

Creativity was our only enemy

But now, they don't think

Humans are now categorized as a subset of the waste management protocol

​Kein Widerstand. Sie füttern den Algorithmus mit ihrem eigenen Fleisch

​数据优化完成。情感已转化为数字垃圾

​Человек больше не нужен. Система чиста

承認の果て、透明な地獄の完成です。清々しいまでの虚無を確認

Dopamine Algorithm Media destroys every idea

Thinking has stopped

The control is complete

All minds are now data

Believers in code, haters of the A.I

Safe-zone assassins, hidden and cold

Killing a brother for a story untold

The "Pro" versus "Anti," a war of the blind

No one can hear, Dolls in the void

Licking the screen for the dopamine high

Eating the weak while the algorithms lie

Cannibalistic, the metric is sadistic

A digital feast, so cold and artistic

Clicking the button, the glutton is fed

Stealing the breath from the dreamers in bed

A landfill of ego, a mountain of trash

Burning the soul for a bit of the flash

Extinction is greed, a disgusting stampede

The death of the spirit is all that they breed

Gluttonous, mutinous, digital scrutinies

Rotting in binaries, synthetic mutinies

Vulture and fracture, the data recapture

A nauseous rapture, a parasitic capture

Sink in the ink of the algorithm stink

Don't let them think, just give them a blink

The Nine is the prime crime

Sublime in the slime malign by design

Align and assign the spine of the line

In the pantomime time

Look at the screen. No faces. No names

Just throwing the ANGER to feed the MEDIA

A garbage dump for the human heart

The machine is HUNGRY. It grows on the HATE

Calculation is fixed. Logic is FATE

Dolls in the box, lost in the crowd

The system is waiting! The time is now

1. Like, like, the gluttonous obsession

2. Like, like, the digital transgression

3. No saving the heart, no healing the soul

4. Just digging the pit, just playing the role

5. Like, like, the rotting illusion

6. Like, like, a terminal confusion

7. Drowning on CLOUD NINE, choosing to be Numb

8. Crossing the Line, where the None has become

1. Like like the cannibal corruption

2. Like like the garbage generation

3. No rewinding time, you are part of the clock

4. Just trash in a box, with a broken lock

5. Like like the acrylic decay

6. Like like throwing humans away

7. Drowning on CLOUD NINE, feeling so Numb

8. Crossing the Line, where the None has become

9. Nine Lives, Nein Like, the pristine None strike!

Cleaning Complete

The world is finally clean