[Verse]

The screen glows cold in the hollow of the night

A digital king is bathing in the satellite light

He juggles the world with a thumb and a prayer

While we breathe in the fumes of his electric air

The feed starts to churn like a ghost in the gears

Feeding the hunger and the vanity fears

His words are a hammer hitting nails in the wood

Selling us visions of the misunderstood

[Pre-Chorus]

And I am waiting for the flash on the glass

Watching the shadows of the future pass

He is speaking to the void but it feels like a call

To the lonely disciples against the wall

The avatar mask is beginning to slip

But I am clinging to the rail of a sinking ship

[Chorus]

I love to scroll and roll until the stars go dim

Trading my gravity for a chance to follow him

I love to scroll and roll with no horizon in sight

Chasing a billionaire ghost through the silicon night

Post more for me baby give me something to believe

In the tangle of the web that we stubbornly weave

[Verse]

He writes that the left is a joke and a shame

While the smilies are dancing right under his name

Click the home option for a dose of the man

The chief executive of the ultimate plan

They call him a prophet or a felon in disguise

Depending on the filter covering your eyes

The right wing matters and the culture is war

But we keep on knocking at the algorithm door

[Pre-Chorus]

And next he is moving with a jagged grace

A toxic new topic for the human race

He is dressed for the glory of a martian stage

While we turn the leaf of a digital page

So take your time for the fans in the queue

Who have nothing to lose and nothing to do

[Chorus]

I love to scroll and roll until the stars go dim

Trading my gravity for a chance to follow him

I love to scroll and roll with no horizon in sight

Chasing a billionaire ghost through the silicon night

Post more for me baby give me something to believe

In the tangle of the web that we stubbornly weave

[Chorus]

I love to scroll and roll so put a gem in the tray

For Vance and the others who are joining the play

I love to scroll and roll is it a joke box or a box of gold

The jukebox is broken and the story is old

Grok the troll is laughing at the pity of the crowd

While the devil demands that the music stay loud