Track

Feed The Machine

By Psycho Satoshi
76 Plays
AI Slop Rewiring Kids' Brains? https://youtu.be/w372WK3p3YQ?si=_gFqP7pxtorVifee Tiny hands Endless scroll Candy-colored brainwash Looped till their eyes ache Finger flick religion Thumbs on a glass snake Pop-up prophets Preach in ten-second flames Every tap trains the track To tattoo their names All caps captions Chew up their doubt Feed ‘em fear, fake cheer Spit the real ones out Plastic praise For a hollow little win Every heart they chase Lets the code crawl in Feed the machine Watch it chew their dreams Scroll, swipe, sleep In a padded scream Hooked to the drip That the eyes can’t quit This isn’t play It’s a hidden script We won’t be ghosts in a glowing shrine Raise your voice, take back your mind Cute clips, quick hits Maskin’ quiet despair Every kid learns to stare More than they learn to care Ghost friends, ghost trends They don’t feel the air Just a swarm of empty words Buzzing everywhere The puppet’s in the pocket Not up on a string Invisible hands Make the same song sing Who profits when attention Is the only crown? They teach ‘em how to tap Never how to shut it down Who wrote the rules That keep ‘em afraid? Who chose the thoughts They think all day? Who set the loop They can’t escape? Who taught them love Is a number game? Feed the machine Watch it chew their dreams Scroll, swipe, sleep In a padded scream Hooked to the drip That the eyes can’t quit This isn’t play It’s a hidden script We won’t be ghosts in a glowing shrine Raise your voice, take back your mind [Beat drops out, soft piano and distant violin] Hear that? Silence Underneath the noise Little hearts Beating Under all these toys They could be building worlds Not begging for a sign They could be holding hands Not chasing every line (hey) Kill the feed Before it kills the feeling Cut the cord That keeps the code stealing If we don’t guard What grows inside They’ll sell their souls In tiny byte-sized bites Feed the machine Watch it chew their dreams Scroll, swipe, sleep In a padded scream Hooked to the drip That the eyes can’t quit This isn’t play It’s a hidden script We won’t be ghosts in a glowing shrine Raise your voice, take back your mind We won’t be ghosts, won’t fall in line Crash the loop, reclaim your mind

genre

Experimental

mood

Brooding
Released 2/4/26, 3m 13s

rap

hiphop

techno

beats

violin

piano

aislop

brainrot