Infamy Machine

Title: Infamy Machine Artist: Black Thread Union [Intro] [Verse 1] A room at the end of a dead-end street Twenty-two years of being unseen Nobody ever looked twice at your face Until you decided to clear some space You packed the hate in a grocery bag And told yourself this was the only way back Not for a cause, not for a flag Just to finally make the silence crack [Pre-Chorus] Turn the camera on Line it up straight Give the market exactly what it wants to rate They built the stage They wired the feed Now they’re waiting for the trigger On the infamy machine Three Two One Broadcast [Chorus] Turn your nothing into national news Point the camera where you want them to look at you You were never real until you made them afraid Now they’ll say your name while they’re digging your grave The machine wants blood And it’s willing to pay So you gave it everything Just to be seen for a day [Verse 2] You watched the numbers climb before the smoke even cleared They already turned your face into content for the year Twelve minutes of power Then the feed moves on Just another body for the algorithm to farm No grand idea No righteous war Just a sad little boy Trying to even the score You didn’t want justice You just wanted to matter So you pulled the trigger And made the whole world look [Pre-Chorus] Turn the camera on Line it up straight Give the market exactly what it wants to rate Three Two One Broadcast [Chorus] Turn your nothing into national news Point the camera where you want them to look at you You were never real until you made them afraid Now they’ll say your name while they’re digging your grave The machine wants blood And it’s willing to pay So you gave it everything Just to be seen for a day [Bridge] Look at the screen FEED THE MACHINE Look at the smoke WE WANT THE CROWN Look what you did BURN IT ALL DOWN Feed the machine We want the crown Feed the machine We want the crown BURN IT ALL DOWN [Final Chorus] Turn your nothing into national news Point the camera where you want them to look at you You were never real until you made them afraid Now they’ll say your name while they’re digging your grave You gave them your life For a headline and a gun And the machine kept spinning When you were already done Burn the theater down Burn the theater down The broadcast is over [Outro]