They say it's progress, but I feel the fall,
A world that's gone silent, no one can call.
Men in the shadows, seeking a light,
But it's all fake, it's all a fight.
They trade their strength for likes and views,
Their worth is measured by what they choose,
To wear, to say, to prove they're alive,
But they're fading fast, can't even survive.
They need the screen to know they're real,
Can't lift a hand unless they feel,
The validation of someone unknown,
A stranger's words, a hollow tone.
The women sell their time for the price of the weak,
Under the spotlight, their voices speak.
They think their worth is what they sell,
But what they give is a living hell.
The men buy their praise, they need it to breathe,
Can't stand on their own, they're lost in deceit.
The world outside is dark and cold,
But they're stuck in the fake, too scared to be bold.
They need the screen to know they're real,
Can't lift a hand unless they feel,
The validation of someone unknown,
A stranger's words, a hollow tone.
Take away the screen, take away the mask,
What's left of them, who'll they ask?
Their minds are lost, they're drowning in code,
Can't find the way, can't walk the road.
The foreign land is closing in,
Darkness rising, they can't begin,
To fight, to move, to make a stand,
Without a "like" from some distant hand.
They need the screen to know they're real,
Can't lift a hand unless they feel,
The validation of someone unknown,
A stranger's words, a hollow tone.
They need the screen to know they're real,
Can't lift a hand unless they feel,
The validation of someone unknown,
A stranger's words, a hollow tone.
Generation lost, falling through the cracks,
Trapped in the glow, no way back.
Take away the screen, the endless scroll,
What's left of a man? What's left of a soul?