Digital saints in a deep-fake skin
Selling us virtue while they're hoarding the sin
Eco-friendly jet, yeah, that's a stylish win
Burning down the forest for the gold within
I see your "Thoughts and Prayers" in a 4K glow
While you're checking on the stocks of the military show
The AI is crying, but it's just a coded script
And your empathy is something that you bought and flipped
Zero carbon footprint? Man, your server's on fire
Preaching to the choir from a platinum wire
It's a shiny, tiny, plastic kind of tragedy
Everybody's selling their own brand of strategy
Buy the truth, sell the lie, keep the margin high
Wave at the cameras while you're kissing them goodbye
Plastic Smile, Silicon Soul
Everything is perfectly under control
Plastic Smile, Silicon Soul
We love the lie, yeah, we love the role
Click-clack, double tap, feed the machine
The dirtiest hands are the ones that look clean
The dirtiest hands are the ones that look clean
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Peace-keeping missiles with a smiley face
The "Human Rights" gala in a gated place
Influencer weeping for the working class
From a marble bathroom with a gold-plated glass
We're "all in this together" (in different boats)
One is a yacht, and the other barely floats
But hey, look at the stats
The engagement is peak
We're canceling the truth just to hear the lie speak
Hyper-real, hyper-fake, take another bite
Of the poisoned apple in the neon light
Plastic Smile, Silicon Soul
Everything is perfectly under control
Plastic Smile, Silicon Soul
We love the lie, yeah, we love the role
Click-clack, double tap, feed the machine
The dirtiest hands are the ones that look clean
The dirtiest hands are the ones that look clean
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Check the data, check the date
Calculated love and manufactured hate
Profit from the panic, monetizing fate
Put a tax on the soul at the pearly gate
Cynicism is the fashion, irony is key
I'm mocking the world while the world mocks me
Yeah
Stay humble for the algorithm
Stay real with a subscription
Keep the filter on
Yeah, Ragga-hop irony