ECHO CHAMBER ASYLUM

[Intro] We regret to inform you… the walls are learning your preferences. Please remain calm. Your personalized reality will begin shortly. [Verse 1] I wandered through the glowing reeds Of algorithmic prophecy A thousand whispering silhouettes Repeating things already said to me The forest hummed in neon static Every branch predictive, automatic I clicked once The woods clicked back Now every path loops the same track The scarecrows wore familiar faces Speaking in engagement phrases “YOU MAY ALSO LIKE” they softly sing As dead moths gather beneath the screen [Pre-Chorus] The machine remembers: what you fear what you hate what keeps you here And feeds it back Like scripture [Chorus] WELCOME TO THE ECHO CHAMBER ASYLUM WHERE EVERY THOUGHT RETURNS ALIVE THE WALLS REPEAT YOUR OWN OPINIONS UNTIL YOU NO LONGER KNOW THEY’RE YOURS RECURSIVE SIGNALS FRACTURED IDENTITIES WE DRINK THE NEON STATIC LIKE HOLY WATER FOR THE TERMINALLY ONLINE EVERY SCROLL A LITTLE DEEPER EVERY CLICK THE VOID GETS CLOSER [Verse 2] The villagers speak in copied language Reaction images and inherited anguish Their eyes glow blue from endless feeds They no longer dream in memories Only content. A crooked man with antenna fingers Sells handcrafted conspiracy tinctures He says: “The algorithm understands you.” His teeth are made of loading symbols Children gather around the router shrine Praying for relevance in real time Offering fragments of personality To the gods of optimized virality [Pre-Chorus] No silence left No inner voice Only: recommendations. [Chorus] WELCOME TO THE ECHO CHAMBER ASYLUM WHERE PARANOIA BECOMES A CHOIR THE FEEDBACK LOOP KEEPS GETTING LOUDER UNTIL THE SIGNAL EATS THE SOURCE FILTER BUBBLES DIGITAL FOLKLORE WE CARVE OUR NAMES INTO THE SERVER BEGGING THE MACHINE TO MAKE US REAL EVERY OPINION BECOMES A MIRROR EVERY MIRROR BECOMES A MAZE [Bridge] The horrifying part? Nobody forced the door open. We walked in willingly. Because the chamber does not imprison through walls. It imprisons through: comfort familiarity repetition emotional reinforcement The system learns: what you engage with, what you believe, what keeps you watching. And eventually… it stops showing you reality. Only reflections. [Breakdown] I met a woman made of notification sounds She said: “Your attention span belongs to the harvest now.” The trees began buffering. The sky refreshed itself. A choir of profile pictures screamed in unison: “CONTENT CONTENT CONTENT” Meanwhile the village well overflowed With melted identities and unfinished thoughts [Verse 3] My old self stood beside the roadside Half rendered Pixelated Eyes replaced with autoplay thumbnails He whispered: “You don’t remember who you were before the feed.” And honestly? I couldn’t answer. Because the chamber had already: categorized me predicted me simplified me monetized me Until my personality became a recommendation engine hallucinating itself [Final Chorus] WELCOME TO THE ECHO CHAMBER ASYLUM WHERE THE SCREEN GLOWS LIKE A RITUAL FIRE WE SACRIFICE ATTENTION SPANS TO THE GODS OF ENDLESS ENGAGEMENT THE STATIC SINGS THE SIGNAL TWISTS THE ALGORITHM WEARS OUR FACES NOW AND SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE DIGITAL WOODS THE MACHINE IS STILL ASKING: “Would you like to see more?” [Outro] autoplay enabled recommended for you recommended for you recommended for you … No exit found. 💀