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Another morning, another scroll, another hit of manufactured dread
They serve it up on shiny platters, making sure we're overfed
On conflict, chaos, crisis, every hour something new to fear
They keep us anxious, keep us watching, keep us buying what they steer
The algorithm knows my weakness, knows exactly what I'll bite
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