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Empty streets on a glowing screen
AI faces in a looping scene
Every comment's just a hollow reply
Every truth replaced with a corporate lie
Billions of voices - but none are real
Manufactured thoughts that they want you to feel
The feed keeps turning but the life is gone
A puppet show where the strings are drawn
Dead Internet Theory - nothing's what it seems
The web's a graveyard built on broken dreams
Dead Internet Theory - ghosts control the wire
Feeding you the script while they pull you through the fire
Bots in the crowd, no faces to trust
Every click bleeds data in the code we dust
They flood the noise so you can't be heard
They burn the truth and rewrite the words
Every like is a program's hand
Every post from a ghost they planned
They built the net as a mirrored cage
And they lock us in while they turn the page
Dead Internet Theory - nothing's what it seems
The web's a graveyard built on broken dreams
Dead Internet Theory - ghosts control the wire
Feeding you the script while they pull you through the fire
You think you're free but the stage is theirs
Every path online leads to their lairs
It's not the world - it's a digital lie
And they'll keep it running until you die
Dead Internet Theory - nothing's what it seems
The web's a graveyard built on broken dreams
Dead Internet Theory - ghosts control the wire
Feeding you the script... while they pull you through the fire