Oh man, don’t even know where to start

It’s like standing at the town square as it all falls apart

Critical thinking is critically sinking

It’s among us, like a fungus, as the lights keep on blinking

An attack on the dominion of the personal opinion

and the average civilian might as well become a minion

When the power of the people turns into a screaming contest

The winners are the liars, the puppets, the trolls, the rating monsters

They can mess with the foundations of a whole civilization

by replacing facts with fiction, information saturation

Make the truth a numbers game and conquer by division,

It’s the oldest trick in the book and it’s scary to look how many are biting the hook

No shame is the name of the game

Reframe the ideals of a nation

Insane how easy it is to sway

useful fools on parade, just choose the occasion

Sock puppet, how could something sounding so naive be so disruptive?

Sock puppet, hides a black heart deep inside a cyber sleeve

Corrupted muppet

Conviction without knowledge, the easiest redemption

Get busy dying making up your mind in just few seconds

You wanted fast and easy? Well baby there you have it,

The road to hell is full of good intentions and bad habits

Lightspeed information, no time for complication

Just a confirmation of your virtue, ain’t you special?

Your obsession with reputation locked you in an echo mansion

With faceless hosts and nameless ghosts, no time for conversation

Up on the podium, an acrimonious, vendor of hate

Feeding them phobia, almost like opium to the uninitiated

Spreads like a fire, a pandemonium,

Do you bother to check who spilled the petroleum?

almost Pavlovian, rinse and repeat that shit

You know the saying - you are what you eat

Inflame is the name of the game

Engage the need for attention

Insane how easy it is to tame

Those who are entertained by their own reflection

Sock puppet, how could something sounding so naive be so disruptive?

Sock puppet, hides a black heart deep inside a cyber sleeve

Corrupted muppet

Sock puppet, how could something sounding so naive be so corrupted?

Sock puppet, it’s hard to believe

that we can stop it

Oh man, don’t even know where to start

It’s like standing at the town square as it all falls apart

But to fix this situation, gotta be in conversation

And our content moderation gotta rise to the occasion

Cause I’m not gonna lie, the stakes are mighty high

There is no fucking try, it’s do or die