The Attention Machine v3

[In] Low drum in the dark, let the warning breathe No crystal ball here, just the things we see Feed got smoke, but the mirror clean Welcome back to the Attention Machine [EvCt] Think slow Feed lied Pause first Who benefits [V1] Fast mind built for the teeth in the grass For the snap of a branch, for the shadow that passed That ancient alarm kept blood in the vein Now the feed rings bells in the shape of your pain Headline hits like a fist on the door You ain’t read yet, but you ready for war Thumb on the glass, little spark in the chest First reaction walks in fully dressed They call it news when the crowd gets loud Call it proof when the tribe feels proud Call it research when the clip fits nice Call it truth when it comforts the vice Nah, that ain’t vision, that’s a reflex sold Old wound scanned, new fear controlled Machine don’t need your soul on a string Just your first damn thought before the slow one can sing [Hk] Fast mind, slow truth Feed got a hand on the wound First spark ain’t proof They turned your reflex into news Think slow, breathe clean Wake up in the Attention Machine Likes ain’t truth, shares ain’t proof They turned your reflex into a noose [EvCt] First reaction Not the verdict Likes ain’t truth Shares ain’t proof [V2] This ain’t about dumb, that frame too thin Smart folks get trapped when the trap gets in Intelligence sharp, but it still can serve Any little panic with a uniform nerve First thought screams, slow thought pleads Then slow thought works for what fast thought needs Defense attorney with a briefcase full Of links, little quotes, and convenient bull Belief gets fused to the name on the chest Now doubt feels death, and correction feels threat Question hits, ego loads the gun Tribe says jump, pride says run That’s the capture, that’s the switch Fear gets crowned, then it calls you rich You say you awake, but the feed don’t sleep It sold you the cliff, then it measured the leap [Hk] Fast mind, slow truth Feed got a hand on the wound First spark ain’t proof They turned your reflex into news Think slow, breathe clean Wake up in the Attention Machine Likes ain’t truth, shares ain’t proof They turned your reflex into a noose [EvCt] Comfort trap Reflex leash Feed lied Wake up [V3] Oracle voice, but the floor got facts No magic smoke, just incentive tracks No spirits talking through candle flame Just who gets paid when you scream that name Anger got value, fear got reach Certainty cheap, but clarity steep Outrage packaged in righteous clothes Click that wound and the garden grows They did not steal your mind in the night They made renting it out feel safe, feel right One scroll for peace, two scrolls for rage Three more turns and you built the cage But being triggered ain’t sin by itself That’s human wiring under pressure and stealth The line gets crossed when you guard the chain And call the leash by a holy name [Br] Pause before the share Check before the claim Separate the truth From the heat in your name Read past the cut Trace where it came Ask who profits When the crowd goes flame [EvCt] Trace back Check source Ask who profits Think slow [BD] The warning ain’t mystical The trance is measurable The wound is marketable The crowd is suggestible The warning ain’t mystical The trance is measurable The reflex is rentable The silence is terrible [FHk] Fast mind, slow truth Feed got a hand on the wound First spark ain’t proof They turned your reflex into news Think slow, breathe clean Wake up in the Attention Machine Likes ain’t truth, shares ain’t proof They turned your reflex into a noose [FEvCt] Think slow Not the verdict Who benefits Wake up [Out] Low drum in the dark, let the warning breathe No crystal ball here, just the things we see Fast mind survived, but the feed got mean Bring your mind back from the Attention Machine