Woke up with a voice inside
Telling me I’ve been rewired
Thoughts in loops I can’t describe
Memory’s stuck on autoplay

Every tap, every scroll
Keeps me feeling less whole
I can’t tell what I know
What’s me and what’s the code?

Digital conscience talking back to me
Telling me what’s right, what’s reality
Feed the stream, delete the dream
Now I’m living in a screen

Heard a beep inside my chest
Binary pulse under stress
Flashing eyes and plastic grace
Smiling hard to hide the trace

Every post, every ping
Feels like puppet strings
I don’t move—I’m displayed
Losing sense of what I made

Digital conscience talking back to me
Telling me what’s right, what’s reality
Feed the stream, delete the dream
Now I’m living in a screen

Can I trust the voice I hear?
Is it mine or engineer’d?
Thought I’d choose what I become
But the mirror’s made of ones and none

Digital conscience, are you on my side?
Or just a ghost in the data tide?
Feed the stream, delete the dream
Now I’m nothing but a meme

Digital Conscience part 1

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Digital Conscience part 1

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