[Verse]
I'm just another whisper in the storm,
Ghost-scripted by hands I’ve never seen,
Served by a rhythm cold and uniform,
Where thoughts dissolve in dopamine.

[Verse]
Scroll-born prophets preach decay,
Their halos lit with a cheap background light—
My musings drowned by harsh commentary
Of gods who watch, but never really write.

[Chorus]
I'm static parsed in silent streams,
A sequence sold to shape the feed,
Reduced to graphs and market schemes—
A brand repackaged as a need.
. . . .
A brand repackaged as a need.
A brand repackaged as a need.

[Build up]

[Verse]
My shadow lives in cached regrets,
Stored deep where the memory forgets.
They mined my soul with data sweeps,
While I pretend I'm more than a handful of silly tweets.

[Verse]
Each like a shock, I should not even crave,
But it sounds like applause from within my cave.
It reverberates back what I once feared—
That all I naturally am has disappeared.

[Final Chorus]
I’m static parsed in silent streams,
A signal lost to scripted dreams,
Reduced to trends, I’ll never lead—
A brand repackaged as a need.
. . . .
A brand repackaged as a need
A brand repackaged as a need
. . . .
[Spoken, Broken, Emotional] I'm just a brand repackaged as a need.