Algorhythm

I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 Metronome of false promises is riddling the populace
 The opulence and substantial carnage against non-white bodies
 All for the sake of politics, cross-party arguments, money-hungry colleges
 Sacrifice your soul, a dice roll for a scholarship
 Hollow men with hollow tips, while we stay invisible and also feel like hostages
 How we get into this after all the work Obama did?
 How I end up like this after all the work my mama did?
 Why we still can't breathe after all the work those commas did?
 They just want me comatose, have my comments commandeered
 Photo capture with a caption, need a comment over here
 All awards and accolades and give me human of the year
 Jealousy they salivate, I sink until I disappear
 Stay up out the sunken place, work together while you're here please
 mind how your soul's fed instead of how your news feeds
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 We got our buds in our ears and our friends are in our phones
 Bunch of people on the train but we all ride it alone
 Try to keep up with the trends
 Try to see around the bends
 The one thing you can count on is your life is gonna end
 And so you could smash that like button
 You can choose to follow back
 If God was on the phone
 Would you text instead of call her back?
 The screen is an addiction
 Babies get a book, pinch to zoom in on the pictures
 And I'm one of the worst of'em
 I can't put this phone down
 Scared to be with thoughts alone now
 All I feel is push and rhythm
 And what used to be my center has transformed into a schism
 It's not enough to question how you're living
 We keep looking to the skies
 For stars, pies, ribbons
 Pray the satellites stop orbiting
 The drives stop spinning
 Control alt delete it all
 Back to the beginning
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm
 I can feel the push, living in the algorithm