The Algorithm (Official Audio)

Tech kings sit in their glass cathedrals Just like priests at black-screen confessions Coding minds that write our isolation Architects of slow extermination In 1970, Black Sabbath looked at the generals and politicians sending the poor to die in wars they started, and they wrote War Pigs. Fifty-six years later, the war pigs wear hoodies. They sit in glass towers in California. They don't send us to die in jungles — they keep us alive just enough to keep clicking. They built a cage out of dopamine and called it freedom. They turned our attention into ad revenue and our children into product on a shelf. "The Algorithm" is a doom metal prophecy in the spirit of War Pigs — a warning about the modern war pigs and the invisible machine they built to harvest us. It's about the cage we walk into willingly every morning. It's about the scroll that never ends. It's about the day when the screens go dark and the towers finally fall. Click — feed — buy — bleed. 🎵 LYRICS Tech kings sit in their glass cathedrals Just like priests at black-screen confessions Coding minds that write our isolation Architects of slow extermination In the feed the human soul is burning While the engagement keeps relentless turning Dopamine and dread devour mankind Poisoning the captive scrollbound mind Oh, Lord, yeah Billionaires hide behind their faces They built the cage but call it freedom Why should they live the way that we do? They sold the leash and called it healing Time will tell on their data farming Selling souls for ad revenue stocked Treating people just like product on a shelf Wait until their judgement day is clocked Oh, Lord, yeah Click — feed — buy — bleed We're the harvest that they need Click — feed — buy — bleed The algorithm eats our minds Scroll — like — share — die We fund the cage we're trapped inside Click — feed — buy — bleed The machine has come for everything The algorithm never blinks or sleeps It learns the shape of every weakness It feeds you fear because the fear converts It rewards the rage and starves the meekness Children stare at screens that stare right back Drinking hatred from a curated lack Of every truth that doesn't make them click And we are getting sick — getting sick Oh, Lord, yeah We became the product they were selling We gave our attention and our days We traded presence for the empty scrolling We let the machine select our ways Every face we love reduced to icons Every word we speak inside a frame Every memory we store on someone's server And we will never be the same We will never be the same Click — feed — buy — bleed We're the harvest that they need Click — feed — buy — bleed The algorithm eats our minds Scroll — like — share — die We fund the cage we're trapped inside Click — feed — buy — bleed The machine has come for everything 🎸 Written & Produced by Baba R² 🎵 Genre: Doom Metal / Alternative Metal / Cinematic Metal © 2025 Baba R² Music. All Rights Reserved. Use this track on TikTok, Facebook Reels and Instagram — tag us: #BabaRSquared #TheAlgorithm #DoomMetal #WarPigs #MetalMusic #TechCritique We want to see your videos. Drop the link in the comments. 🤘 Subscribe. The algorithm has come for everything.