Algorithm Fools (Acoustic)

Influencers smile, with their perfect lives,
But behind the camera, the same struggle thrives.
They’re chasing the likes, the views, the fame,
But the algorithm’s a game, and it’s always the same.

We scroll through the feed, like it’s all we need,
But the more we consume, the more we bleed.
Dreams of success, in a digital haze,
But the screen’s just a mirror, reflecting the maze.

We’re all just players, in a virtual play,
Dancing for the algorithm, day after day.
But what if we stopped, and stepped outside?
Where the real world’s waiting, with arms open wide.

Algorithm fools, we’re all in the loop,
Chasing dreams through a digital hoop.
Influencers, followers, we’re all the same,
Stuck in a cycle, playing the game.
Algorithm fools, it’s time to break free,
From the illusion of lives we’ll never be.
The real world’s calling, can’t you hear the sound?
Let’s log off and live, with our feet on the ground.

They sell us the dream, of a life so bright,
But the filters fade, in the cold morning light.
The hustle, the grind, the endless race,
But the algorithm’s a mask, hiding the face.

We’re trading our time, for a fleeting high,
But the moments we lose, are the ones that fly.
The sunsets, the laughter, the touch of a hand,
Are the things that make life, truly grand.

We’re all just players, in a virtual play,
Dancing for the algorithm, day after day.
But what if we stopped, and stepped outside?
Where the real world’s waiting, with arms open wide.

Algorithm fools, we’re all in the loop,
Chasing dreams through a digital hoop.
Influencers, followers, we’re all the same,
Stuck in a cycle, playing the game.
Algorithm fools, it’s time to break free,
From the illusion of lives we’ll never be.
The real world’s calling, can’t you hear the sound?
Let’s log off and live, with our feet on the ground.

The screen’s just a window, not the world outside,
The beauty of living, can’t be digitized.
So put down the phone, and feel the breeze,
The real world’s waiting, with moments to seize.

Algorithm fools, we’re all in the loop,
Chasing dreams through a digital hoop.
Influencers, followers, we’re all the same,
Stuck in a cycle, playing the game.
Algorithm fools, it’s time to break free,
From the illusion of lives we’ll never be.
The real world’s calling, can’t you hear the sound?
Let’s log off and live, with our feet on the ground.

So here’s to the sunrise, the wind in our hair,
To the moments we share, when we’re really there.
The algorithm’s a tool, but it’s not the rule,
We’re more than just data—we’re nobody’s fools.