Intro (Filtered Voice, like an interrupted news broadcast)

Check one, two. This is not a test.

We are on air, 24/7. Welcome to the Great Silence.

Verse 1

The plague is not the virus, it's the silence after the "click,"

The algorithm boosts the shallow, who've got nothing to stick.

A diet of nonsense, fake calories on the plasma screen,

While the brain falls asleep inside the bubble of the machine.

The shallow generation, superficiality's the brand,

A million views for those who barely understand.

They made ignorance a filter with the biggest, blankest eyes,

And the truth just crashes when the buffer tries to rise.

Pre-Chorus

The lights are strong and bright, but the vision's blind,

They seek a like where knowledge you will never find.

The show is scripted, the plot is already in the sale,

And the void on air beats every watchman on the rail.

Chorus

Ignorance in 4K, it's the new prime time!

Zero substance, but the scandals go sublime.

Trash makes the cash, it fills the weekly schedules,

While education waits its turn, in the hours of the specters.

It's the "Display Virus," a loop without a final plea,

They want the echo, not the question that costs to be free.

Verse 2

Educational programs pushed to the very end,

At three AM, when the whole world lets its slumber blend.

They hide away the key, they put it beneath the rug,

'Cause a thinking public ain't a product ready to be hugged.

The TV doesn't teach, it entertains and it confuses,

If information's heavy, the network always loses.

Culture is a podcast without promotions or a banner,

While stupidity controls the entire digital scanner.

Bridge

You shout: "But what about art? Science? What about the past?"

They reply: "Too much text, too little glory to last."

They only want reactions that are quick, and leave no memory,

A meme is far more powerful than your deep theory.

But if the audience is the currency and quality's the cost,

It's up to us to change the tide, or everything is lost.

Chorus

Ignorance in 4K, it's the new prime time!

Zero substance, but the scandals go sublime.

Trash makes the cash, it fills the weekly schedules,

While education waits its turn, in the hours of the specters.

It's the "Display Virus," a loop without a final plea,

They want the echo, not the question that costs to be free.

Outro (Fading out)

Turn off the screen.

Look at the clock. What time is it, for you to think?

What time is it, to understand?

(Beat fades)