Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah…
I been speakin’ in frequencies nobody’s tuned into,
Feelin’ like a lighthouse screamin’ through the monsoon—
You listenin’? Or just scrollin’ through illusions?
Yo…

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(Verse 1)
People talkin’ but they voices echo hollow in a hallway,
Everyone’s a clone, programmed to parrot what the law say.
TikTok therapy, a meme for every mood swing,
But I can’t find a soul who ain’t wearin’ a mood ring.

I see eyes wide shut, lookin’ dead at a screen,
Livin’ life in a loop, eatin’ processed dreams.
It’s either brand deals or breakdowns, sellin’ pain in a playlist,
Authenticity’s extinct—replaced it with fake bliss.

I tried to vent to a shrink, but it felt like a script,
Like they read my wounds but ain’t tryin’ to stitch.
They asked how I feel—then stared like a drone,
I said, “I feel alone in a world overgrown with clones.”

Be the creator or the consumer, that’s the dilemma,
Either you shape the world or it feed you propaganda.
I don’t fit into your metrics, don’t vibe with your agenda,
Rather starve with a soul than feast with the pretenders.

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(Hook)
Signal lost, I’m shoutin’ from the static,
Tryna find real in a sea full of plastic.
Who am I? Just a glitch in the fabric,
In a world where truth feels tragically dramatic.

Wake up, wake up, but they still on snooze,
Brains on standby, minds they refuse.
You either break chains or you follow the cues,
But I’d rather be hated than live as a ruse.

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(Verse 2)
Yo, I been battlin’ ghosts that ain’t even mine,
Inherited trauma, downloaded through time.
They told me, “Man up,” “Chin up,” “Just grind,”
But no one taught me how to feel and unwind.

I seen parents raise kids with Wi-Fi and pills,
And wonder why they grow numb to all the feels.
Validation is currency now, so they chase clicks,
But forget how to love without digital tricks.

It’s like we’re vegetables, wired into silence,
Afraid to speak truth ‘cause it breaks the alliance.
No rebellion—just convenience and compliance,
And they call me “crazy” for not buyin’ their science.

I ain’t perfect, I’m raw—bleedin’ from the seams,
But at least I ain’t asleep in this mass-made dream.
I’d rather drown in depth than float in the fake,
This world won’t bend, so I’m the one that breaks.

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(Bridge - spoken word)
I asked my therapist,
“Do you ever feel like you’re just prescribing numbness?”
He blinked twice, smiled soft,
Like he’d memorized that smile in training.
I ain’t lookin’ for answers.
Just want someone to ask me the right questions.

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(Hook - repeat)
Signal lost, I’m shoutin’ from the static,
Tryna find real in a sea full of plastic.
Who am I? Just a glitch in the fabric,
In a world where truth feels tragically dramatic.

Wake up, wake up, but they still on snooze,
Brains on standby, minds they refuse.
You either break chains or you follow the cues,
But I’d rather be hated than live as a ruse.