📖 The Story
The Story: On February 18, 2026, Mark Zuckerberg took the stand in a Los Angeles courtroom in what's being called the "tobacco trial of tech." The lawsuit accuses Meta, YouTube, TikTok, and other platforms of knowingly designing their products to addict children — and hiding the evidence.
In the courtroom sat parents who lost their children. Kids who took their own lives after social media harassment. Teens who wasted away from eating disorders amplified by algorithmic feeds. Families destroyed by content the platforms knew was harmful but served anyway because it drove engagement.
The parallels to Big Tobacco are impossible to ignore. Internal documents. Executives who knew. Products designed to hook. Denial, delay, deflect. "We had no idea" becomes harder to believe when your own researchers warned you years ago.
We wrote this song the same day Zuckerberg testified because some stories can't wait. The wordplay emerged immediately: "the feed" — both the endless scroll and the verb. It feeds on you. It feeds on your attention, your time, your children's developing minds. You are not the customer. You are the product being fed to advertisers.
The bridge became the heart of the song: "Did you know? Did you know what you were building?" It's the question every parent wants answered. Not an apology. Not a settlement. Just the truth.
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💜 Emotional Core
🌊 Metaphor Seeds
🎸 The Sound
Dark alternative rock with analog synth drone underneath. Whisper-to-scream dynamics building from controlled verses to explosive chorus. The rage is controlled but undeniable — parents demanding answers, not begging for them.
📝 Lyrics
You built a window, said look inside
But the window watched back with hungry eyes
Designed to hook, designed to keep
My daughter stayed up, couldn't sleep
Every scroll another hit
Every like a little fix
You knew exactly what you did
The feed, the feed
It feeds on everything you need
Your time, your light
Your daughter stayed up half the night
The feed, the feed
It feeds until there's nothing left
Just hollow eyes and shallow breath
The feed
Internal docs said "we know the harm"
But engagement metrics kept you warm
Teen depression? Cost of scale
Ship the feature, bury the trail
Every warning pushed aside
Every researcher who tried
Now you're under oath — can't hide
The feed, the feed
It feeds on everything you need
Your time, your light
Your daughter stayed up half the night
The feed, the feed
It feeds until there's nothing left
Just hollow eyes and shallow breath
The feed
Did you know?
Did you know what you were building?
Did you know?
These parents lost their children
Did you know?
Or did you just not care?
The courtroom's full of ghosts now
And you put every one of them there
THE FEED! THE FEED!
It fed on everything they need
Their time, their light
Their children who won't come home tonight
The feed, the feed...
It fed until there's nothing left
Just empty rooms and parents' grief
The feed
Did you know?
Did you know?
You knew...
