Ashmouth - Infinite Scroll

Verse 1 Blue light replaces the sun in our eyes Halo of glass, every truth compromised Thumbs bleed faith as we dig for a hit Calling it “connection,” but nobody’s in it Curated souls in a digital cage Renting out anger, attention for rage We trade our names for a number and feed Starving together, but choking on greed Pre-Chorus Mirrors talk back but they lie in disguise Echoes get louder the more we comply Every reflection is filtered and sold We’re losing our shape just to fit in the mold Chorus Welcome to the infinite scroll Where your worth is reduced to a number you don’t control Hands on the wheel but we’re losing the road Neck-deep in the feed, yeah, it tightens its hold Scream through the glass, but the screen won’t break We’re all wide awake in a manufactured dream Pray for silence, but we beg to be seen In the chokehold grip of the dopamine machine Verse 2 Opinion merch stacked on a burning shelf Borrowed our outrage from somebody else A million voices but nothing is said Just recycled ghosts in a loop in our heads Truth’s just a draft that gets edited fast If it won’t go viral, it won’t ever last We light the fuse and then act surprised When the world ends live, broadcasted in bites Pre-Chorus 2 Punching the air, trying to feel something real While an algorithm tells us how to heal We bow to the bell when it rings in our veins Addicted to noise, anesthetized pain Chorus Welcome to the infinite scroll Where your worth is reduced to a number you don’t control Hands on the wheel but we’re losing the road Neck-deep in the feed, yeah, it tightens its hold Scream through the glass, but the screen won’t break We’re all wide awake in a manufactured dream Pray for silence, but we beg to be seen In the chokehold grip of the dopamine machine Bridge / Breakdown Cut the cord—can you feel the fear? Who are you when no one’s near? No likes, no shares, no eyes on you Do you still exist, or just the view? Disconnect to breathe again Or keep the mask and call it friends (Half-time, heavy) Scroll. Refresh. Repeat till nothing’s left. Final Chorus Welcome to the infinite scroll Sacrificing souls for a moment of control We built this altar, now we’re begging it cold Hands in the air while it tightens its hold Shatter the screen, let the silence scream There’s a pulse in you they can’t strip clean Break the habit, break the machine Let me hear a heartbeat—unsponsored, unseen Outro Power down. Look around. Feel the weight of the bare, real ground.