[Intro] [Art-Pop] [Upbeat]
Remember Geocities? Angelfire glow?
A million blinking cursors, putting on a show.
Now it's just one feed, a curated stream,
Did we all fall for their algorithmic dream?

[Verse 1] [Satirical] [Nostalgic]
Used to be a frontier, wild and untamed,
Little corners of the web, where passions were enflamed.
MySpace Top 8, a carefully crafted list,
Now it's just your face, algorithmically kissed.

[Pre-Chorus] [Conspiratorial] [Ironic]
They whispered sweet nothings, 'bout connection and ease,
While they built their empires, on digital unease.
A monstrous plan, the powers that be,
Turning wanderers into a docile, scrolling family.

[Chorus] [Catchy] [Bittersweet]
Oh, the good old days, on dial-up's slow hum,
Before the great migration, till our minds went numb.
From custom MIDI files to perfectly posed smiles,
Lost in the algorithm, for miles and digital miles.

[Verse 2] [Wry] [Self-mocking]
I built a tiny shrine, to my favorite obscure band,
Now their entire discography fits right in my hand.
But the joy feels different, a manufactured delight,
Like a perfectly lit selfie, hiding the uninspired night.

[Pre-Chorus] [Conspiratorial] [Ironic]
They promised us freedom, a digital town square,
Now it's just echo chambers, beyond all repair.
A monstrous plan, the powers that be,
Turning unique voices into a bland, collective decree.

[Chorus] [Catchy] [Bittersweet]
Oh, the good old days, on dial-up's slow hum,
Before the great migration, till our minds went numb.
From custom MIDI files to perfectly posed smiles,
Lost in the algorithm, for miles and digital miles.

[Bridge] [Reflective] [Slightly Melancholy]
We traded our freedom for convenience, it seems,
Chasing ephemeral likes, living out digital dreams.
Is this the price we pay, for this curated life?
A little less wild, a little more strife.

[Outro] [Art-Pop] [Fade out]
The blink tag is gone, the marquees dim and low,
Just endless scrolling, nowhere left to go.
(Nowhere left to go...)
(Algorithm knows...)
(Where we all go...)