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Lyrics:

Another brick in the digital wall
They watch us all, they watch us fall
Scrolling through faces, a curated stream
Living a life that's not what it seems
Each click, each like, a calculated score
Building a cage, wanting more

Is this me, or just an avatar's guise?
Reflected in a thousand cold, digital eyes
Lost in the network, a ghost in the machine
A manufactured self, a hollow, digital sheen

We are the data, the numbers they trace
Erasing the spirit, leaving no space
For the soul that remembers, the heart that can feel
In this algorithmic future, is anything real?
They build their empire on zeroes and ones
While the true human spirit slowly succumbs

They sell our thoughts, our dreams, our very name
Playing a endless, silent, data game
A profile painted, a persona refined
Leaving the real, messy, human behind
Under the spotlight of constant surveillance
A digital phantom, seeking severance

Is this me, or just an avatar's guise?
Reflected in a thousand cold, digital eyes
Lost in the network, a ghost in the machine
A manufactured self, a hollow, digital sheen

(A soaring, yet mournful guitar solo that evokes a sense of isolation and questioning)

They promise connection, but deliver control
A curated existence, taking its toll
We trade our freedom for convenience's gleam
Drowning in pixels, lost in a dream

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We Are The Data

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