Static Screams
๐ต 2593 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:31 duration
๐ ID: 24082486
๐ Lyrics
[Chorus]
From the screen's fuckin' bullshit, a harsh truth I mold,
Through the likes and the follows, my damn story's told,
I'm the goddamn virus, the raw, unfiltered spite,
From their trending trash heaps, I'm claimin' my fuckin' right.
[Verse]
Born in this cesspool of binge-watch and lies,
Life's a rigged series, with dead fuckin' eyes,
Every asshole's a critic, with their Rotten Tomatoes score,
Chasin' that viral fix, still beggin' for more.
They're sellin' us pipe dreams, "Based on a True Story" crap,
Is this Westworld, motherfucker, or just another goddamn trap?
Scrollin' through feeds, seein' their perfect, fake shit,
While the real world is burnin', bit by goddamn bit.
Like LeBron in the finals, gotta carry the whole damn team,
Through fake news and shit-posts, livin' out a fucked-up meme,
From Hawkins to Hollywood, these fantasies they inject,
Tryna find my own sanity in this digital wreck.
Blue checkmark bullshit, the modern-day king's decree,
But the empire strikes back, try to fuck with me,
No cheat codes for this hell, no "Happily Ever After" con,
Just brutal season finales, till the early fuckin' dawn.
[Chorus] (x2)
From the screen's fuckin' bullshit, a harsh truth I mold,
Through the likes and the follows, my damn story's told,
I'm the goddamn virus, the raw, unfiltered spite,
From their trending trash heaps, I'm claimin' my fuckin' right.
[Verse]
This ain't no fuckin' Matrix, Neo, red pill, blue pill, who gives a shit?
Reality's a cruel bitch, stranger than the scripts they've writ,
From Squid Game's cheap torture to some hero's CGI flight,
We're all desperate gladiators, fightin' for a sliver of light.
World Cup ambitions, the roar of the brainwashed crowd,
But the whole damn game is rigged, can't say that shit too loud,
Influencer pricks preachin' from their ivory digital towers,
While the algorithm whispers, "You're alone in these final hours."
Like a Scorsese flick, yeah, the pressure builds intense,
Tryna break the fourth wall, fuck their whole defense,
From "Winter is Coming" to "May the Force kiss my ass,"
These empty catchphrases, they fade fuckin' fast.
They want us dumbed down, consumin' their endless, mindless hype,
Another soulless blockbuster, the usual stereotype,
But I'm smashin' the remote, rewritin' every goddamn line,
My own brutal masterpiece, this motherfuckin' life is mine.
[Chorus] (x2)
From the screen's fuckin' bullshit, a harsh truth I mold,
Through the likes and the follows, my damn story's told,
I'm the goddamn virus, the raw, unfiltered spite,
From their trending trash heaps, I'm claimin' my fuckin' right.
From the screen's fuckin' bullshit, a harsh truth I mold,
Through the likes and the follows, my damn story's told,
I'm the goddamn virus, the raw, unfiltered spite,
From their trending trash heaps, I'm claimin' my fuckin' right.
[Verse]
Born in this cesspool of binge-watch and lies,
Life's a rigged series, with dead fuckin' eyes,
Every asshole's a critic, with their Rotten Tomatoes score,
Chasin' that viral fix, still beggin' for more.
They're sellin' us pipe dreams, "Based on a True Story" crap,
Is this Westworld, motherfucker, or just another goddamn trap?
Scrollin' through feeds, seein' their perfect, fake shit,
While the real world is burnin', bit by goddamn bit.
Like LeBron in the finals, gotta carry the whole damn team,
Through fake news and shit-posts, livin' out a fucked-up meme,
From Hawkins to Hollywood, these fantasies they inject,
Tryna find my own sanity in this digital wreck.
Blue checkmark bullshit, the modern-day king's decree,
But the empire strikes back, try to fuck with me,
No cheat codes for this hell, no "Happily Ever After" con,
Just brutal season finales, till the early fuckin' dawn.
[Chorus] (x2)
From the screen's fuckin' bullshit, a harsh truth I mold,
Through the likes and the follows, my damn story's told,
I'm the goddamn virus, the raw, unfiltered spite,
From their trending trash heaps, I'm claimin' my fuckin' right.
[Verse]
This ain't no fuckin' Matrix, Neo, red pill, blue pill, who gives a shit?
Reality's a cruel bitch, stranger than the scripts they've writ,
From Squid Game's cheap torture to some hero's CGI flight,
We're all desperate gladiators, fightin' for a sliver of light.
World Cup ambitions, the roar of the brainwashed crowd,
But the whole damn game is rigged, can't say that shit too loud,
Influencer pricks preachin' from their ivory digital towers,
While the algorithm whispers, "You're alone in these final hours."
Like a Scorsese flick, yeah, the pressure builds intense,
Tryna break the fourth wall, fuck their whole defense,
From "Winter is Coming" to "May the Force kiss my ass,"
These empty catchphrases, they fade fuckin' fast.
They want us dumbed down, consumin' their endless, mindless hype,
Another soulless blockbuster, the usual stereotype,
But I'm smashin' the remote, rewritin' every goddamn line,
My own brutal masterpiece, this motherfuckin' life is mine.
[Chorus] (x2)
From the screen's fuckin' bullshit, a harsh truth I mold,
Through the likes and the follows, my damn story's told,
I'm the goddamn virus, the raw, unfiltered spite,
From their trending trash heaps, I'm claimin' my fuckin' right.