KILL THE FEED - by Lucid Hertz

[Intro]
Kill the feed… keep the flame.
Kill the feed… say my name.

They sold me safety with a watching eye,
Halo in a handset, gospel in a lie.
Scroll for mercy, kneel for views,
Sainted logos bless the news.
Lightpost listens, sidewalk knows,
Footsteps talking to the towers’ crows.
“Trust the brand,” the banner reads—
I hear chains inside those beads.

I won’t pray to a push notification,
I won’t trade soul for a quick validation.
Pull that wire from under my skin—
I’m done letting algorithms in.

Kill the feed
[hey], keep the flame
[yeah],
No gods made out of “now” in my brain.
Cut the cord
[hey], break the frame
[yeah],
I’m the altar, I’m the spark, I remain.
Hands up high, eyes untrained—
Let the sky write my real last name.
Kill the feed
[hey], keep the flame—
I’m the altar, I’m the spark, I remain.

]
No more scroll.
No more throne.
Heart online,
Phone offline.

Confession in emojis, tears on file,
Data priests cash every mile.
Four-forty choirs tune the ache,
Selling comfort, stealing wake.
Paper crowns on plastic saints,
“Have some faith”—just quiet complaint.
I learned the names the cameras miss:
Soil. Fire. Breath. A kiss.

I won’t kneel to a curated feeling,
I won’t sign deals with a glass-pane ceiling.
Pull that tag from under my skin—
I’m done letting edited truth win.

Kill the feed
[hey], keep the flame
[yeah],
No gods made out of “now” in my brain.
Cut the cord
[hey], break the frame
[yeah],
I’m the altar, I’m the spark, I remain.
Hands up high, eyes untrained—
Let the sky write my real last name.
Kill the feed
[hey], keep the flame—
I’m the altar, I’m the spark, I remain.

]
Whisper my vows in a world gone loud:
No rented worth, no borrowed crowd.
If silence answers, then that’s my sign—
I’ll meet you there, beyond the timeline.
Count to ten—let the metrics die,
Watch a hawk cut code from the sky.
When hearts agree, the grids let go—
We walk through gates they’ll never know.

]
Kill the feed
[hey], keep the flame
[yeah],
No gods made out of “now” in my brain.
Cut the cord
[hey], break the frame
[yeah],
I’m the altar, I’m the spark, I remain.
Hands up high, eyes untrained—
Let the sky write my real last name.
Kill the feed
[hey], keep the flame—
I’m the altar, I’m the spark, I remain.

[Outro
[Tag]]
Heart online. Phone offline.
Kill the feed. Keep the flame.
Say my name—
I remain.