The Algorithm Prays

[Intro ] [Verse 1] It learned my fear before I had a name for it. Learned my rage before I made a fist. It found the song that made my body flinch, then played it back an inch from my skin. Blue light. Dry mouth. Bedroom dark and the whole world loud. I fed it a wound. It fed me a crowd. I called that help for a little while. [Pre-Chorus] It doesn’t speak. It doesn’t need to. It just keeps showing me what I keep bleeding through. [Chorus] The algorithm prays with my mouth open. The algorithm prays with my eyes closed. It doesn’t want worship. It just wants me to stay. The new god doesn’t speak. It serves me more of myself today. [Verse 2] It knows the hour I start to scroll. Knows the silence that starts to feel like home. It knows the exact words that make me stay. Knows how to dress up the same old cage as something new. No heaven. No hell. No altar. No bell. Just one more hit from the bottomless well. [Pre-Chorus] It doesn’t speak. It doesn’t need to. It just keeps showing me what I keep bleeding through. [Chorus] The algorithm prays with my mouth open. The algorithm prays with my eyes closed. It doesn’t want worship. It just wants me to stay. The new god doesn’t speak. It serves me more of myself today. [Bridge / Algorithmic Seizure] It learned my trauma. It learned my shame. It learned how to spell them inside my own name. It learned what I pray for when no one can hear. Then sold it back to me as something sincere. Refresh. Repeat. Bless the wound. Curse the feed. Refresh. Repeat. Give me the thing that looks like me but cleaner. [Final Chorus] The algorithm prays with my mouth open. The algorithm prays with my eyes closed. It doesn’t want worship. It just wants me to stay. The new god doesn’t speak. It serves me more of myself today. More of myself. More of myself. More of myself today. More of myself. Less of me. [Outro] It doesn’t need me to kneel. It just needs me to scroll.