Corrupt Devices

Verse

Yo, shadows creepin' in my dome, feel the weight pressin' down,

Mind's a battlefield, lost in the scroll, can't turn it around.

Screens glow like false suns, suckin' soul from the crowd,

Thumb on the feed, but heart's screamin' out loud.

Depression's the thief in the night, stealin' breaths one by one,

Pills in the drawer, but the real fix is the sun—nah, it's gone.

Algorithms dancin', pullin' strings like a puppeteer,

Corruptin' the vibe, turnin' dreams to despair.

Swipe left on joy, right on the rage they design,

Society's hooked, lines blurred in the grind.

Echoes of likes, but the silence is deafening,

Feelin' isolated in a world that's connectin'. (Connectin', yeah)

Batteries dyin', but the poison keeps flowin',

Modern chains clinkin', freedom's just glowin'.

Break the cycle? Nah, they profit from the fall,

Depressed masses scrollin', answerin' the call.

Chorus

Devices corrupt, yeah, they twist up the mind (twist up the mind),

Depression's the ghost in the digital grind (digital grind).

Scrollin' through hell, can't leave it behind (leave it behind),

Society's broken, lost in the shine (lost in the shine).

Corrupt devices, feedin' the pain (feedin' the pain),

Modern world's chains, drivin' us insane (drivin' us insane).

Yeah, break free, but the screen pulls you back (pulls you back),

Depression's attack, in the glow of the black (glow of the black).

Verse

Woke up to notifications, buzz like a swarm of lies,

Eyes strained red, chasin' highs that never arrive.

Friends on the 'gram, flexin' lives that ain't real,

I'm drownin' in doubt, how the hell do they feel?

Corruption's embedded, corps cashin' on the breakdown,

Ads for the fix while they push you underground.

Streetlights flicker like glitchin' code in the rain,

Mind's on repeat, trapped in the dopamine chain.

Voices in my head, but it's just the app's whisper,

Sellin' your fears, turnin' hope to a blister.

Society's puppet, strings made of fiber optic,

Depression's the script, and we're all robotic. (Robotic, uh)

Fists clenched tight, wanna smash through the glass,

But the world's wired wrong, can't outrun the past.

Rise from the ashes? They dimmin' the flame,

Devices devour, leavin' nothin' but shame. (Shame, yuh)