Moral of the Tale:
“When your voice becomes a product, your soul becomes a platform.”
Produced: July 3, 2025
Music, Lyrics, and Performance by: Raymond Brogan
©2025 Raymond Brogan | Adrenaline Production | All Rights Reserved | Cover Art and Lyrics
VERSE 1
Swipe to smile, scroll to feel
All my friends are highlight reels
Drama-looped on every beat
Truth compressed in 30 feet
Ring light gods and lip sync saints
Ten-second fame with dopamine paint
Who needs dreams or deeper thought
When trends sell time you never bought?
PRE-CHORUS
I can’t cry—it’s not aesthetic
Real talk? That’s just pathetic
I’m stitched and clipped for dopamine
A human glitch in viral green
CHORUS
Tik Tokification
My soul's on rotation
Selling pain with filters on
Scroll so fast I’m nearly gone
Tik Tokification
Of youth and conversation
Attention’s currency—I’m broke
But I still dance until I choke
VERSE 2
Rest in peace to nuance, babe
Hot takes in a glitter grave
We post, perform, consume, repeat
No time to feel—just tap that beat
AI face, and trends on fire
Another “me” in my For You mire
I lost my name to algorithms
Baptized by stitched derisions
PRE-CHORUS
You stitched my tears for LOLs and views
Then ghosted truth in pixel blues
We’re avatars in dopamine chains
We sing, we scroll, we go insane
CHORUS
Tik Tokification
Of life, of education
We raise our kids to chase a clip
While empathy goes down the strip
Tik Tokification
Of voice, of revelation
We trade our thoughts for viral screams
And drown in algorithmic dreams
BRIDGE (Distorted, chaotic)
I am the glitch
I am the loop
I am the dancer
I am the spoof
I am the edit
You almost saved
But time’s too short
For depth today
FINAL CHORUS (Explodes, then drops out to raw vocal)
Tik Tokification
My generation’s station
They cheered while I dissolved in fame
But never once asked for my name
(Whispered outro)
I used to write…
Now I just scroll
I used to speak…
Now I perform control