Inspiriert von: https://www.spiegel.de/wirtschaft/soziales/daron-acemoglu-gegen-die-techindustrie-unsere-zukunft-wird-dystopisch-sein-a-df797156-1070-4247-86cd-ec3bb8bf1cbc?sara_ref=re-so-app-sh

Lyrics:

(Intro — grainy radio static, robotic voice murmurs “Upgrade... upgrade... upgrade...”)

[Verse 1]
Yo, I woke up, checked my feed — doomscrollin’ spree,
Algorithms tellin’ me who I’m supposed to be.
Got a tech messiah in a hoodie and jeans,
Preachin’ data salvation on my cracked touch screen.
They say “smart tech,” but I smell smart greed,
Turning every click and twitch into data to feed.
“We’re makin’ life better, productivity prime!” —
Nah bro, you automate humans and charge us for time.

[Hook]
There’s a whisper in the code sayin’, “Look behind,”
‘Cause the bright new world got a subtle grind.
They call it progress, I call it pretend,
We coding dystopia and callin’ it trend.

(beat drop — snappy hi-hats, low synth growl)

[Verse 2]
Metaverse landlord with crypto in his chains,
Says empathy’s outdated — efficiency reigns.
Boardroom prophets with machine-made quotes,
Wrote a thousand ethics slides they never once wrote.
Robots takin’ jobs, but not takin’ blame,
While the payroll shrinks, shareholder champagne.
They post “innovation,” but behind the screen,
They’re patentin’ dreams like a moral machine.
We worship the server — new silicon priest,
Offering our privacy to the data beast.
AI poet tryin’ to rhyme “trust” with “must,”
Meanwhile your grandma’s soul gets synced to the dust.

[Hook]
There’s a whisper in the chip sayin’, “Mind that code,”
‘Fore your city turns glitchy and your empathy corrode.
They call it disruption, I call it the end,
Of the human handshake — replaced with a send.

(brief breakdown — warped vocal sample chanting “optimize, optimize…”)

[Verse 3]
See, the code got flavor but the flavor’s bland,
When the bias baked in by an unseen hand.
Predictive policing, same old myths,
Dressed in Python scripts and corporate gifts.
They say machines don’t hate, they just calculate,
But the math gets skewed by the subtle weight.
Of a worldview typed in a caffeine haze,
While the rest get tagged in the algorithm maze.
Innovation’s anthem, yeah, it bangs too loud,
But who writes the chorus — the code, or the crowd?

[Bridge]
Humans wrote the script, but forgot the sequel,
Now we playin’ NPCs in the name of equals.
Innovation’s cool, yeah, I’m down for the ride —
Just keep the soul in the software, don’t leave it outside.
‘Cause a glitch can be art, when the art’s still you,
But not when the glitch says what you can’t do.

(beat switches — lo-fi keys, warm bassline under spoken word tone)

[Verse 4]
Used to be we dreamed ’bout starry skies,
Now we dream ’bout better Wi-Fi highs.
They say "connect the world," but I feel detached,
In a cloud of thoughts that the market’s matched.
Every ad feels psychic — or psycho, maybe,
Knows I’m hungry, lonely, tired or shady.
Tech writes poems ‘bout empathy lost,
Then sells compassion at subscription cost.
So cheers to the coders with a heart intact,
Tryin’ to build futures without the contract.
You can’t monetize truth, can’t trademark grace,
Can’t deepfake the light of a human face.

[Hook – final reprise]
There’s a whisper in the crowd sayin’, “Check that load,”
‘Cause the system got cracks where the conscience showed.
They call it progress, but we know the blend —
A little utopia, with a dark backend.

[Extended Outro]
So, dear TechBro, before you mint your utopia,
Remember: you can’t debug dystopia.
Your patch notes read “fixed humanity,” fine —
But compassion don’t scale at production time.
If the code gets cold, let the humans scheme,
I’ll be spittin’ analog bars in a lo-fi dream.
‘Cause the system update said: “reboot heart,”
...and I hit cancel, just to keep it smart.

(beat fades into the sound of a dial-up modem trying to sigh)