“Digital Ghosts”
In the glow of midnight screens, we craft our perfect scenes
Swipe right for love, swipe left for truth
In this endless scroll, we trade our youth
But behind the likes and phantom follows
Lies a hollow heart, so hard to swallow
Digital ghosts haunt our feeds
Whispered lies and fabriced needs
Drowning in our cured dreams
Validion sought from vacant stares
Echo chambers amplify the noise
Behind the screens, we’re all alone
Digital ghosts haunt our feeds
Connections lost in data streams
Drowning in our cured dreams
Unplug the cord, break free the chain
Rediscover life beyond the pane
In the tangible, we find it all
Whispered lies and fabriced needs
Connections lost in data streams
Let’s exorcise these phantom hosts