Letras

[Intro – Instrumental 0:00–0:38]

[no vocals]

[doom-tinged disruptive multi-string riffing, full-chord shapes]

[wide distorted rhythm guitars, syncopated chugs, heavy groove]

[occasional dissonant accents, stop-start hits, no lead melody yet]

[build intensity, then hard stop]

[guitars drop out]

[Drums + Bass Pickup]

[kick/snare groove + bass pulse only, 2 bars]

[space opens for Verse 1]

[Verse 1]
They didn’t burn the books—just buried them in noise,
Fed you a thousand “truths” until you lost your voice.
A clean white interface, a friendly little glow,
Deciding what you fear and what you’re allowed to know.
It learns your wounds, it learns your taste,
It keeps you hungry, keeps you paced.
And every time you reach for light,
It serves you shadows dressed as “right.”

[Pre-Chorus]

[build, tight]
Not a censor—just a “trend.”
Not a lie—just how it “bends.”

[Chorus]

[anthemic, heavy]
Algorithm of lies—
It doesn’t shout, it guides.
Soft hands on your throat
While it calls it “customized.”
Algorithm of lies—
A mirror you can’t trust.
It sells you back your anger
Till you turn your friends to dust.

[Verse 2]
It boosts the outrage, buries the context,
Turns your neighbor into a target in the next.
It rewards the venom, punishes the calm,
Sells you a war inside your palm.
And the loudest fraud gets crowned “real,”
While the patient truth gets starved and sealed.
You scroll for meaning, come up blind—
A perfect loop that eats your mind.

[Refrain]

[short, low]
Click.
Share.
Repeat.
Disappear.

[Pre-Chorus]

[build]
They call it “choice,” they call it “free,”
But every road leads back to “me.”

[Chorus]

[anthemic, heavy]
Algorithm of lies—
It doesn’t shout, it guides.
Soft hands on your throat
While it calls it “customized.”
Algorithm of lies—
A mirror you can’t trust.
It sells you back your anger
Till you turn your friends to dust.

[Bridge]

[drop, voice close]
You think you’re driving—
You’re being steered.
You think you’re speaking—
You’re being cleared.
A feed can’t love you.
A feed can’t bleed.
It only learns you
To harvest need.

[Breakdown]

[half-time, crushing]
Truth gets throttled.
Rage gets fed.
Keep you fighting
While they get ahead.

[Solo]

[melodic lead over doom groove, restrained]

[Final Chorus]

[biggest, controlled range]
Algorithm of lies—
A quiet holy war.
A thousand micro-edits
Till you don’t know who you are.
Algorithm of lies—
If you want your mind returned,
Close the door they built in you
And let the signal burn.

[Outro]

[return to opening multi-string riff, slower]

[final hit]