The Doomscroller: Hopelessly glued to the world's tragedies, incapable of getting away from the screen
pop
rock
songwriter
Story behind the song
I was having a conversation about what Warren Zevon would think of today's world and social media... we started coming up with characters he would create and one was the Doomscroller... hopelessly glued to the day's tragedy and incapable of any action.
Lyrics
Late at night, the phones aglow,
In the dark, the stories grow.
World on fire, storm clouds roll,
Youre a prisoner of the scroll.
Every headlines a car crash scene,
Every click a shot of nicotine.
Heart racing, sweat on your brow,
Deep in the rabbit hole and cant get out.
Doomscroller, chained to the feed,
A prophet of panic, planting the seed.
Searching for answers, finding despair,
The weight of the world in the palm of your hand
its too much to bear.
The worlds on fire, or so it seems,
Lost in a maze of shattered dreams.
Truth and fiction intertwine,
A tangled web inside your mind.
Echo chambers and angry mobs,
Virtual vultures picking at sobs.
Every posts a bell that tolls,
But the algorithms digging holes.
Doomscroller, chained to the feed,
A prophet of panic, planting the seed.
Searching for answers, finding despair,
The weight of the world in the palm of your hand
its too much to bear.
So whats the cost of staying aware
Some kind of justice or just despair
Chasing shadows, losing sleep,
Screaming into the data deep.
Doomscroller, chained to the feed,
A prophet of panic, planting the seed.
Searching for answers, finding despair,
The weight of the world in the palm of your hand
its too much to bear.
And the world keeps spinning far, far away.
And the world keeps spinning far, far away.
And the world keeps spinning far, far away.
And the world keeps spinning far, far away.