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Fuck Jam Wayne ya wannabe The filter's heavy but the roots are
shallow,
You're planting corn inside a digital fallow.
Got the sound of the pines,
but the soul of a screen,
Just a glitch in the feed,
keep the image real clean.
You're talking ‘bout lines that you never had to cross,
Turning heritage into a ledger of loss.
The gravel is fake,
just a sound-stage floor,
You're knocking on wood,
but you're locking the door.
Yeah, it's all for the algorithm,
isn't it!
Turning down the volume on the truth just a bit!
You're a ghost in the tractor,
a phantom in the haze!
Just a curated loop for the click-bait days!
(Just a loop for the days)
(Yeah, you're losing the gaze) Yeah,
you're losing the gaze!
I see the metrics,
I see the play count,
Watch the sincerity start to amount to a drought.
You wear the flannel like a suit and a tie,
Selling the sunset but we know it's a lie.
You ain't in the mud,
you're in the edit room,
Sweeping the dust with a synthetic broom.
Every single bar is a focus group test,
You're putting the spirit of the county to rest.
Yeah, it's all for the algorithm,
isn't it! Turning down the volume on the truth just a bit!
You're a ghost in the tractor,
a phantom in the haze!
Just a curated loop for the click-bait days!
(Just a loop for the days)
(Yeah, you're losing the gaze) Yeah,
you're losing the gaze!
It's quiet now.
No engine roaring.
Just the sound of you trying to keep the signal strong.
But the signal's weak.
The connection's cut.
Yeah, it's all for the algorithm,
isn't it!
Turning down the volume on the truth just a bit!
You're a ghost in the tractor,
a phantom in the haze!
Just a curated loop for the click-bait days!
(Just a loop for the days) (Yeah,
you're losing the gaze) Yeah,
you're losing the gaze!
Yeah,
put the camera down.
Stop the act.
We see through
the static. Done.