Calling the Fakers

"DullBlah!!!" "I knew you mother fuckers weren't gonna watch it. Y'all didn't even hear the first words. Not a damn one of you even did what the song told you! I'm calling you out now!!! Fakers!!!!" Three seconds in and your thumb’s on the move You didn’t hear the message, you didn’t feel the groove Just a double-tap reflex, a hollow-eyed stare Pretending that you’re present but you were never there You’re addicted to the scroll, you’re a slave to the speed Ignoring every word, ignoring every need The data’s in the ghost, the engagement is a lie You’re clicking on the heart while you let the spirit die. Yeah, I see you faking, I see the empty likes A thousand plastic souls on a thousand plastic hikes You didn’t hear a word, you didn’t hear the sound Just chasing for the dopamine that never can be found Fakers in the lobby, fakers in the hall You’re nodding to a rhythm that you never heard at all. "If y'all actually made it this far.... What's your favorite color?" The metrics say you’re here, but the metrics are a fraud You’re looking for a savior but you’re worshipping the god— Of the infinite timeline, the never-ending stream Where nobody is waking and nobody can dream I told you what to do, I gave you the command But you’re too damn busy with a phone in your hand To actually listen, to actually stay You’re already gone, a million miles away. Yeah, I see you faking, I see the empty likes A thousand plastic souls on a thousand plastic hikes You didn’t hear a word, you didn’t hear the sound Just chasing for the dopamine that never can be found Fakers in the lobby, fakers in the hall You’re nodding to a rhythm that you never heard at all. You’re a ghost in the comments, a bot in the flesh Caught in the wires of a digital mesh You scroll past the pain and you scroll past the truth Wasting the fire and the light of your youth I’m screaming in silence, I’m shouting in vain While you’re just a neuron inside of the chain You didn't do the work, you didn't leave the trace Just a hollowed-out mask with a pixelated face. Yeah, I see you faking, I see the empty likes A thousand plastic souls on a thousand plastic hikes You didn’t hear a word, you didn’t hear the sound Just chasing for the dopamine that never can be found Fakers in the lobby, fakers in the hall You’re nodding to a rhythm that you never heard at all. "You made it to the end. Do you want a Bozo button or the chest to pin it on? Button or Chest." "Dull.... Blah"