Welcome to the future, where the digital realm offers a dazzling array of new ways to be exploited, robbed, or violated. Whether it’s TikTok skimming 70% from a begging child’s digital tips or a travel agent charging thirty grand for a holiday that exists only in their imagination, humanity’s capacity for grift remains our most enduring constant. Even your face isn’t safe, apparently; thanks to deepfake technology, you can now star in a pornographic film without the inconvenience of actually being there. It is a veritable smorgasbord of misery, proving that for every sinking ship, there is a guitarist playing us out, and for every law passed to protect the vulnerable, there is a loophole wide enough to drive a getaway car through.
🎵 (s)Hit of the Day 🎵
Version 1
Version 2
📜 Lyrics 📜
[Intro]
[Polyrhythmic drum solo with tuned toms and cowbells - 8 bars]
[Synthesised brass stabs]
[Verse 1]
Turn the camera on and hold the bowl out wide
Dignity's a currency that's gone and died
They're begging on the livestream for a crust of bread
While Silicon Valley takes its seventy percent cut of every head
The algorithm loves a tragedy, it keeps them glued
The kids are weeping digital and getting screwed
[Pre-Chorus]
[Cowbell accents building tension]
And if you think that's bleak then check the law reports
Where justice is a game they play in kangaroo courts
[Chorus]
[Gritty funk guitar ostinato with slapped bass]
The machine is grinding, grinding on
While the angels and the idiots have long since gone
It's a malfunction paradise, a systematic fail
And we're all just component parts for sale
[Verse 2]
[Drum fills bridging sections - diminished dynamics]
She cleans the floors in Doha from the morning light
Seven days of labour with no end in sight
The reforms were written on a piece of paper
But enforcement is a concept they prefer to bury later
One percent of hate crimes see a charge in court
That's the British justice system cutting everything short
[Pre-Chorus]
[Latin percussion auxiliary kicks in]
And if you think that's bleak then check the bedroom door
Where deepfake predators are keeping score
[Chorus]
[Full band - synthesised brass stabs]
The machine is grinding, grinding on
While the angels and the idiots have long since gone
It's a malfunction paradise, a systematic fail
And we're all just component parts for sale
[Bridge]
[Sudden drop to near-silence - only bass and hi-hat]
The rapist walks on technicalities
They call it sexsomnia, they call it disease
The holiday you bought was just a beautiful lie
Your money's gone abroad to let the dream die
But the guitarist plays the sinking ship to shore
And somewhere there's a kitchen where the spices warm the floor
A Ukrainian father kisses wife goodbye
And walks toward the front line where the presidents lie
[Guitar Solo]
[Feedback-laden guitar solo fighting against dominant percussion]
[Verse 3]
[Chugging guitar ostinato returns]
The orphan finds his father's land at thirty-five years old
A story that the cynics say will never be told
But humanity persists in little ways
A grandmother's recipe to count the days
While TikTok monetises every desperate plea
And faces get inserted into filth for free
[Chorus]
[Maximum intensity - piccolo snare driving hard]
The machine is grinding, grinding on
While the angels and the idiots have long since gone
It's a malfunction paradise, a systematic fail
And we're all just component parts for sale
[Outro]
[Gradual dynamic breakdown - percussion dropping out piece by piece]
Seventy percent
One percent charged
Seven days a week
Zero percent saved
[Final drum hit - silence]
Just component parts
For sale