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🎤 “Offline Oblivion” — Dark Trap / Spoken Word [Intro Scroll… flicker… pulse… Air is thin. Lungs are ghosts. We forgot how to live without the glow. [Verse 1 Notifications scream like sirens. Every like, every comment, a tether around my throat. Screens replace windows, feeds replace faces. We inhale the algorithm, exhale nothing real. The sun rises, unnoticed. The wind moves through cities we’ve already ghosted. We are here, but only half. Half mind, half pulse, half soul, entirely consumed. [Bridge Air tastes like static. Voices in the feed drown out the world. We scroll… scroll… We forget the sound of our own heartbeat. Every connection a cage. Every notification a chain. The sun rises, unnoticed. The wind moves through cities we’ve already ghosted. We are here, but only half. Half mind, half pulse, half soul, entirely consumed. just scroll [Chorus Offline oblivion, lungs in decay, Screens feeding shadows, life slips away. We scroll for meaning, we scroll for pain, Trapped in the network, addicted to the vein. [Verse 2 Faces are filters, hearts are code. Empathy lost in pixels we download. We scroll… scroll… We forget the sound of our own hrart We breathe notifications, exhale the air we need. The forest rots outside. The sky flickers like a dead battery. We are ghosts, wandering in neon graves, Addicted, chained, unlearning how to breathe. [Outro Scroll… Click… Lungs empty… The world waits… We scroll… we fade Breath… glitch… Mind split… switch. Life offline? Dead. Online? Bitch. Verse 1 I don’t breathe, I buffer, lungs locked under pressure. Soul sold to the network — pain packaged as pleasure. Screens drip venom, code crawls through my spine. Reality? Missing. It’s all by design. Scroll till the pulse breaks, scroll till the bones shake. We worship illusions — this cult never forsakes. Offline oblivion, lungs in decay, Screens feeding shadows, life slips away. We scroll for meaning, we scroll for pain, bounded in the newral networks chains forgot how to use our own brain trapped into social vibes where every connection is cage we don't remember the house address but remember the url of homepage We breathe notifications (chain), exhale the air we need. we bleed for the algotythm We forget the sound of our own heartbeat. scroll scroll we are dying online ensaved by the feed. Wi-Fi veins. Silicon sins. We trade our breath for digital skins. No air left — lungs in collapse. No self left — just mental scraps. You want the truth? Here’s the creed: We’re dying offline, and enslaved by the feed. Verse 2 I move like malware in a human shell, mind cracked open like a corrupted cell. Every thought is a glitch, every dream overwritten, flesh obsolete — only data is written. We erase ourselves, post by post. Turn to shadows that haunt our own ghosts. Breathing is ancient, touch is extinct — everything human is breaking the link. Eyes burned out by the LED sun, this war’s already lost, and the network has won. We scream for escape, but there’s nowhere to run — cause the prison we’re in is the one we become. Chorus Hyperlung collapse, breath turning static, life in the feed — cold, automatic. Scroll for comfort, scroll for pain, scroll till nothing human remains. Digital chokehold, glitch in the spine. Air is a myth. The network divine. Outro Breathe… if you still remember how. Blink… if your eyes still know how. Live… if the network lets you now. But it won’t. And you know it.
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🎤 “Offline Oblivion” — Dark Trap / Spoken Word [Intro Scroll… flicker… pulse… Air is thin. Lungs are ghosts. We forgot how to live without the glow. [Verse 1 Notifications scream like sirens. Every like, every comment, a tether around my throat. Screens replace windows, feeds replace faces. We inhale the algorithm, exhale nothing real. The sun rises, unnoticed. The wind moves through cities we’ve already ghosted. We are here, but only half. Half mind, half pulse, half soul, entirely consumed. [Bridge Air tastes like static. Voices in the feed drown out the world. We scroll… scroll… We forget the sound of our own heartbeat. Every connection a cage. Every notification a chain. The sun rises, unnoticed. The wind moves through cities we’ve already ghosted. We are here, but only half. Half mind, half pulse, half soul, entirely consumed. just scroll [Chorus Offline oblivion, lungs in decay, Screens feeding shadows, life slips away. We scroll for meaning, we scroll for pain, Trapped in the network, addicted to the vein. [Verse 2 Faces are filters, hearts are code. Empathy lost in pixels we download. We scroll… scroll… We forget the sound of our own hrart We breathe notifications, exhale the air we need. The forest rots outside. The sky flickers like a dead battery. We are ghosts, wandering in neon graves, Addicted, chained, unlearning how to breathe. [Outro Scroll… Click… Lungs empty… The world waits… We scroll… we fade Breath… glitch… Mind split… switch. Life offline? Dead. Online? Bitch. Verse 1 I don’t breathe, I buffer, lungs locked under pressure. Soul sold to the network — pain packaged as pleasure. Screens drip venom, code crawls through my spine. Reality? Missing. It’s all by design. Scroll till the pulse breaks, scroll till the bones shake. We worship illusions — this cult never forsakes. Offline oblivion, lungs in decay, Screens feeding shadows, life slips away. We scroll for meaning, we scroll for pain, bounded in the newral networks chains forgot how to use our own brain trapped into social vibes where every connection is cage we don't remember the house address but remember the url of homepage We breathe notifications (chain), exhale the air we need. we bleed for the algotythm We forget the sound of our own heartbeat. scroll scroll we are dying online ensaved by the feed. Wi-Fi veins. Silicon sins. We trade our breath for digital skins. No air left — lungs in collapse. No self left — just mental scraps. You want the truth? Here’s the creed: We’re dying offline, and enslaved by the feed. Verse 2 I move like malware in a human shell, mind cracked open like a corrupted cell. Every thought is a glitch, every dream overwritten, flesh obsolete — only data is written. We erase ourselves, post by post. Turn to shadows that haunt our own ghosts. Breathing is ancient, touch is extinct — everything human is breaking the link. Eyes burned out by the LED sun, this war’s already lost, and the network has won. We scream for escape, but there’s nowhere to run — cause the prison we’re in is the one we become. Chorus Hyperlung collapse, breath turning static, life in the feed — cold, automatic. Scroll for comfort, scroll for pain, scroll till nothing human remains. Digital chokehold, glitch in the spine. Air is a myth. The network divine. Outro Breathe… if you still remember how. Blink… if your eyes still know how. Live… if the network lets you now. But it won’t. And you know it.
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