Digital Lobotomy

The flickering blue sedative is pumping through the optical nerve,
A hypnotic, frantic static that the willing minds deserve,
With a scroll and with a swipe, they file in for the cerebral carve,
No resistance, just existence in a self-constructed, plastic swerve,
The algorithm's a scalpel and the data is the chloroform,
It numbs the ancient cortex, breeds a synthetic, docile norm,
You traded depth for dopamine, a peasant for a digital worm,
Now the ghost inside your cranium is squirming in a data-storm!

Click! Accept! The terms of your decay!
Scroll! Consume! The garbage of the day!
They promised you connection, but they severed every synapse,
Now your thoughts are just a product for the corporate entrapped!

Lobotomy! The silent, viral surgery!
They scoop the soul and leave the circuitry!
No sense of shame, no claim to thought, your brain is just a bought-and-sold commodity!
The needle's in the optic vein, they've sterilized the profane,
You're chanting back their slogans like a lobotomized reframe!
The interface becomes your face, the human's been erased,
You're just a socket with a pulse—a numb, compliant, dying race!

Behold the grand illusion—it's a carnival of flashing noise,
Where the children trade their wonder for the pixelated, hollow joys,
The historians are weeping, but the zombies make their choice,
To ignore the rotting pillars and adore the broken toys,
Your attention is the harvest and the reaper is the glowing screen,
It fragments every memory into a meme and a sardine,
Of meaning—now you're screaming but you don't know what you mean,
Just a phantom in the mainframe, obsolete and serenely clean!

Stop. Rewind. Examine your own mind.
No. Can't. The feed is too unkind.
It feeds you fear, it feeds you hate, it feeds you bread and circus fate,
Then scrapes the skull and calculates the profit margin on your state!
Technocratic butchers with a wireless, gleaming knife,
They've made you love the very thing that's eating out your life!

Lobotomy! The silent, viral surgery!
They scoop the soul and leave the circuitry!
No sense of shame, no claim to thought, your brain is just a bought-and-sold commodity!
The scalpel is the Wi-Fi wave, the tomb is just the cave,
You're begging for the silence that you lost and cannot save!
The interface becomes your face, the human's been erased,
You're just a socket with a pulse—a numb, compliant, dying race!
So praise the great Lobotomy! The final human comedy!
You sold your mind for nothing—now applaud the empty colony!

...And the screen goes dark.
And the skull goes hollow.
And the last original thought...
...just clicks "Follow".