The Year That Woke Had Died(To the tune of "American Pie")

  [Verse 1]A long, long time ago,I still recall the way the hashtags flowed,And every joke would cost a price.If you didn’t cp for the right cause,You’d face a mob without any ws,And the torches snuffed you without a gnce.

  But boardrooms soon began to shake,When outrage couldn’t funds remake.The firings came and went;Their passion overspent.I can’t forget the quiet cheer,When think-pieces all disappeared,And sanity re-engineered,The year that woke had died.

  [Chorus]So, bye, bye to the outrage supply,I looked away and gazed up at the sky.Said goodbye to the mob shrieking "comply!"Singin', "This’ll be the year woke died.""This’ll be the year woke died."

  [Verse 2]Remember brands with scolding fingers,Virtue sold like social zingers,But their 'ethos' didn’t age too well.And all those threads meant to provoke,They wrapped the world in moral choke,As the pundits rang their scolding bells.

  But I knew their act would fade with time,The outrage model past its prime.This time, the jig was up;The crowd had had enough.I’m just a worker paying rent,No pawn inside their experiment,Their rage seeped deep and left us bent—The year that woke had died.

  [Chorus]I started singin', bye, bye to the outrage supply,Watched the mob dissipate as their slogans ran dry.Had a burger in peace; no one judged what I buy.Singin', "This’ll be the year woke died.""This’ll be the year woke died."

  [Verse 3]From apps to offices, the rage was sold,Their whispers turned both warm and cold,And memes became commandments from the w.The mob roared louder for donations,Selling guilt like gym subscriptions,Till their "virtue app" just broke its own ws.

  The pendulum swung back to sense,The court of outrage lost its defense.No one cared anymore;They walked right past the door.Turns out, we all just wanted games,Not "teachable moments" wrapped in cims.At st, the veil fell from our eyes—The year that woke had died.

  [Chorus]And we were singin', bye, bye to the outrage supply,No more brands telling us what we must buy.Took a step back, and let the ughter fly,Singin', "This’ll be the year woke died.""This’ll be the year woke died."

  [Verse 4]I saw folks working side by side,No metrics left for clout to guide,Just people gd their Zoom calls now were few.The workshops closed, the jargon fired,The trust-fall gurus un-required,As outrage trends dissolved like morning dew.

  While influencers sobbed on Gulfstreams’ wings,“My brand’s colpsing!” they wailed on Threads’ strings.Their clout colpsed in one short night,Like Beanie Babies drenched in spite.As the outrage cooled that night,And trends just vanished out of sight,The world grew softer, less contrite—The year that woke had died.

  [Chorus]We were singin', bye, bye to the outrage supply,Let the hashtags and sermons dry up and die.Took a deep breath and let peace amplify,Singin', "This’ll be the year woke died.""This’ll be the year woke died."

  [Verse 5]And there we stood, all face to face,A culture done with self-disgrace,Where mobs retired their throne of Styrofoam.So, brands, just give us snacks and drinks,Not life advice or what to think—We’re fine deciding on our own.

  While critics swore we’d pay the cost,Without their rage, all hope was lost—But guess what? Folks just smiled.Turns out, we saw through the guile.Now pundits wept as their star fell,And outrage kingdoms rang their bells—A world rebuilt from pure abyss,The year that woke had died.

  [Chorus]We were singin', bye, bye to the outrage supply,The mobs dissolved, and we waved them goodbye.Now we toast to games and ughter on high,Singin', "This’ll be the year woke died.""This’ll be the year woke died."

  [Bridge]Now I sip my tea and scroll away,Through eulogies for their final pay,Their st Threads stitched with desperate, empty fir."The grift was good!" they softly whine,As donors ghost and outrage declines—Turns out, we’re fine; no guilt to wear.

  And critics howled, their relevance lost,Without our rage, they paid a cost,The world kept moving on;Their influence was gone.Now joy is back, the air feels clear,We ugh and work without the fear,And the world, somehow, began to steer—Since the day that woke had died.

  [Chorus]And they were singin', bye, bye to the outrage supply,Logged out for good and turned our gaze to the sky.Found some freedom when the noise said goodbye,Singin', "This’ll be the year woke died.""This’ll be the year woke died."

  [Outro]They were singin', bye, bye to their grievance supply,While reality moved on, and we learned to get by.A world rebuilt, the outrage decayed,Singin’, "This was the year woke died."