[Verse 1]
Scrolling through the feed at midnight hour
Stories bleeding past like scattered flowers
Gaza, Myanmar, forgotten wars
We swipe away what our conscience ignores
Not from hatred, just from being drained
Compassion tank is nearly empty, strained
The hierarchy decides who gets our tears
While distant suffering disappears
[Chorus]
Reading the room, baseline mood
Decides whose pain breaks through
Guilt-tinged distance, fatigue sets in
We ration hearts like oxygen
So what's the point of all this news?
When we can't feel what we refuse?
Reading the room, the mood decides
Whose stories live, whose stories hide
[Verse 2]
Metabolizing trauma takes its toll
Some conflicts easier to digest whole
The comfortable causes get their time
While complex wars fade from the headlines
Not because one matters less than others
But processing pain, it smothers
The bandwidth shrinks, attention spans
Divide the world with invisible hands
[Chorus]
Reading the room, baseline mood
Decides whose pain breaks through
Guilt-tinged distance, fatigue sets in
We ration hearts like oxygen
So what's the point of all this news?
When we can't feel what we refuse?
Reading the room, the mood decides
Whose stories live, whose stories hide
[Bridge]
If your people are the ones they ration away
You feel that sting in a different way
Watching the world measure out its care
While your homeland bleeds and no one's there
The extra weight of being ignored
When your family's blood hits foreign shores
Depletion isn't cruelty, but it cuts the same
When your trauma doesn't fit the frame
[Verse 3]
Module zero sets the temperature
How much suffering we can endure
The bottom of attention's cruel list
Not from malice, just what we dismiss
Understanding why we turn away
Doesn't make the guilt just fade away
But recognizing patterns in our minds
Helps us see what blindness finds
[Verse 4]
Maybe there's a way to break the cycle
Keep our hearts from going idle
Small steps toward sustained connection
Beyond the moments of reflection
Not endless guilt or perfect care
Just honest moments when we dare
To sit with stories that feel too hard
To hold the world without our guard
[Chorus]
Reading the room, baseline mood
Decides whose pain breaks through
Guilt-tinged distance, fatigue sets in
We ration hearts like oxygen
So what's the point of all this news?
When we can't feel what we refuse?
Reading the room, the mood decides
Whose stories live, whose stories hide
[Outro]
The "so what" cuts deep and true
When your people don't break through
Deferred, ignored, scrolled on past
How long can this distance last?