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Muckraker's pop production gives the story the weight of a front-page exclusive — journalism you can feel in your chest. Lines like "Some PAC from out of state just bought my afternoon," anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — satirical — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] Woke up, grabbed my phone, another morning scroll, Between the brunch pics and the memes I lost control, Some PAC from out of state just bought my afternoon, Thirty-second attack ad set to royalty-free doom. Candidate A hates your dog, Candidate B sold your car, Dark money super-cut with a cinematic score, Microtargeted trauma based on what I liked last spring, Algorithm says I'm anxious, serve me everything. Fact-check says it's misleading, but the share count disagrees, A million views before the correction hits the feed, Comment section battlefield, nobody reads the source, Just a screenshot of a headline fueling discourse. [chorus] Scroll right through it, scroll right through it, Every ad is someone trying to prove it, Scroll right through it, scroll right through it, Can't tell what's real in the feed anymore, Scroll right through it, just scroll right through it. [verse 2] Now my uncle's sharing things from pages that don't exist, Foreign troll farm content with an American twist, Deepfake handshake, synthetic smile on a stage, Manufactured outrage calibrated for my age. Influencers getting paid but they don't disclose, Political content dressed in lifestyle clothes, Native ads that look like news, news that looks like spin, Everybody's got an angle and the feed just pulls me in. Block, report, mute, unfollow, rinse, repeat, But the algorithm pivots and it finds me on the street, Connected TV, podcast pre-roll, even my playlist breaks, Democracy's a product now and everybody takes. [chorus] Scroll right through it, scroll right through it, Every ad is someone trying to prove it, Scroll right through it, scroll right through it, Can't tell what's real in the feed anymore, Scroll right through it, just scroll right through it. [bridge] Maybe if I put the phone down, read the local press, Knock a door, ask a neighbor, trust a little less Of the glowing screen that profits off the mess, Maybe clarity is quiet, maybe silence is the test, Step away from sponsored content, find the truth that's left. [chorus] Scroll right through it, scroll right through it, Every ad is someone trying to prove it, Scroll right through it, scroll right through it, Can't tell what's real in the feed anymore, Scroll right through it, just scroll right through it. [outro] Scroll right through it, scroll right through it, Put the phone down, finally see right through it, Scroll right through it, Or maybe this time, don't scroll at all.