Prompt / Lyrics
I don’t know what day it is. I don’t know if it matters. Everything feels like background noise— and I’m just the filler. I don’t remember yesterday. But it’s still happening. Over and over like clocks forgot how to tick without dragging me through it. The sun rose— I think. But I never really saw it, just that same tired light leaking through the blinds like a glitch in the matrix. I blink. A week disappears. I dozed off, it's months I can’t get back. Every day feels like a rerun I missed watching. I breathe, but I don’t feel air. I move, but I don’t go anywhere. I'm awake, but I’m not alive— just logged in. It’s just another never, just another loop, days stacked like review in an endless YouTube. Reality’s broken, my mind’s on mute— this ain’t life, it’s just something I commute. My reflection don’t know me— just copies my shape. I wave, but it just stares back like it’s waiting for me To catch back up. I tried to write a list, but the ink faded before I could cross anything off. I think I showered. I think I ate. But maybe it was just a thought. Close enough. The days don’t end, they dissolve. Like sugar in water, like purpose in repetition. I lose myself somewhere between "good morning" and "what’s the point?" I was told once, “get up, go outside, touch the grass.” But what if the grass don’t feel real either? What if the world is just an illusion stitched together by people who don’t feel lost? It’s just another never, just another frame, reality’s a filter and I don’t fit the game. I’m lagging in my body, can’t patch this pain— just a user waiting for the crash screen again. Lights on, nobody home. Feet on the floor, soul unknown. Notifications blink, but I ghost them all— 'cause nothing hits right when you don’t feel at all. They ask, “What’s wrong?” Like I can explain this constant hum of existential rain. I’m not sad, I’m not fine— I’m just offline on the inside. How do you wake up when you never really sleep? How do you live when everything’s on repeat? How do you dream when your head feels like a loading screen? It’s just another never, just another blur, time slipped out the back and didn’t leave a word. Reality’s buffering, I’m stuck in-between— this ain’t living, this is just… A dream. Still buffering… Still here… Still nothing… Still unclear… If this is life, when does it begin?
Tags
Retrosynthwave, eternal, horrorstep, Nintendocore
Duration
4:00
Instrumental
No
Created
5/22/2025