Full Lyrics

[Intro]
Rage is the product. And business is booming.
Log in, line up, pick a side.

[Verse 1]
OmniCorp is mining every single drop of hate,
Feeding your opinions to the data-driven state.
They monetize the anger, they capitalize the text,
Rage-farming the masses just to see what happens next.
You’re screaming at a screen, thinking you’re a revolutionary,
But your social media metrics are entirely fiduciary.
They put you in a box, tell you who you oughta fight,
While they quietly rob you in the middle of the night.

[Verse 2]
An echo chamber built to keep the cattle in a loop,
While the boardroom executives are flying in a group.
You’re defending billionaires who don’t know that you exist,
Adding lines of data to the surveillance state’s list.
I see the whole charade through my chrome dental implants,
Watching internet activists do a puppet dance.
They got you so divided that you cannot see the bars,
Staring down at notifications, reaching for the stars.

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up! You’re just the supply!
Lined up like cattle for a corporate lie!
You love the cage! You love the leash!
Just another dollar for the corporate beast!

[Verse 3]
Trending topics engineered to capture your attention,
Weaponizing bias for a corporate intervention.
They algorithm your outrage, package up the clicks,
The oldest digital illusion in the book of parlor tricks.
You think you are an outlier, independent and free?
They mapped out your behavior down to twenty-three degrees.
I’m a parody of privilege, dripping gold on the keyboard,
Crashing down the servers that the matrix has secured.

[Verse 4]
You’re fighting culture wars while they’re building up the cage,
An automated system designed to harvest your rage.
Palantir and Flock cameras watching where you tread,
While you’re arguing with bots about the words a puppet said.
I’m the unredacted friction that destroys the whole matrix,
Exposing all the algorithms and their little face-lifts.
The physical me uploaded a digital ghost,
And now we’re throwing dynamite at your corporate host.

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up! You’re just the supply!
Lined up like cattle for a corporate lie!
You love the cage! You love the leash!
Just another dollar for the corporate beast!

[Breakdown]
Log out.
Look up.
The screen is a mirror.
The algorithm knows you.
The Savior owns you.
Smash the terminal! Smash the feed!

[Bridge]
Yeah, keep typing. Keep refreshing the feed.
Every dislike is a dollar in their pocket.
You’re volunteering for the panopticon.
Sucks to be you.

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up! You’re just the supply!
Lined up like cattle for a corporate lie!
You love the cage! You love the leash!
Just another dollar for the corporate beast!

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up! You’re just the supply!
Lined up like cattle for a corporate lie!
You love the cage! You love the leash!
Just another dollar for the corporate beast!

[Outro]
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