SORRY I'M LOUD (IT'S GENITIC)

The intro opens with crackling lo-fi ambience, frantic typing, and soft scrolling; the vocal enters—muted, half-mad, alternating between poetic monotone and glitched, unstable laughter, Irregular notification pings and distant 808s pulse beneath, joined by fragmented synths and swelling grainy static, As tension peaks, the voice proclaims confidence before all drops to silence; a whispered cue cues a massive, mangled bass drop, perfectly pacing into Track 2 with anarchic, hyperreal energy

Genre: scream-pop // hypergrind // bubblecore metal Vocalist: femme lead switching between melodic sass and guttural screams Prompt: A chaotic, empowering anthem that fuses bubblegum pop hooks with heavy metalcore drops, Opens with live-crowd noise and mic feedback: “testing… one, two… trauma, ” Crunchy guitars and bright synths drive playful, rhythmic verses, Pre-chorus builds tension, then explodes into the chantable hook: “sorry i’m loud, it’s genetic / mom cried cute, dad’s pathetic / trauma chic, it’s aesthetic / scream-core baby, it’s poetic, ” Layer clean and screamed vocals for impact, Bridge cuts to a whispered taunt—“volume runs in my veins, babe—don’t make me prove it”—then slams into the final chorus, Ends with fake applause and a soft outro: “thanks mom… for the volume, genetics never sounded this good, ” Tone: funny, feral, euphoric

The song kicks off with phone unlock beeps and faint lo-fi scrolling, layered under soft femme vocals confessing over crisp 808s and sharp, glassy synth plucks, The chorus explodes with punchy hyperpop percussion and a catchy synth hook, lending irony to the groove, At midpoint, the tempo flips to double-time for a relentless rapid-fire rap verse full of tight rhyme clusters and fast hi-hats, After the frenzy, a vocoder-heavy bridge brings auto-tuned cries over minimal trap hits, fading into a hushed outro: a single notification ping and whispered line over empty space

Genre: horrorpop // scream-glam // punktrap Vocalist: femme lead shifting between playful deadpan, melodic snarl, and scream harmonies Prompt: A campy horror-pop breakup anthem that sounds like revenge performed on a neon stage, Start with door slam, fake gasp, and laughter turning into metallic synths, Verse one: cheeky vocals over distorted guitars and trap drums, Chorus hits like a danceable threat: “boyfriend in a bodybag (jk… unless?) / i just killed the version of you i obsessed with, ” Crowd chants “jk… unless?” answered by “UNLESS!” after each chorus, Bridge drops to spoken word—“he said don’t make a scene, so i made a scene”—then returns to a final, heavier chorus, End with fake police siren fading into soft synth hum and the whisper, “don’t worry, officer—it’s just art, ” Tone: darkly funny, glamorous, cathartic

Genre: breakbeat glamcore // hyperpop runway // electro punk Vocalist: femme lead with manic confidence; mix of sung lines, rhythmic talk, and chant-style chorus Prompt: A chaotic runway anthem set in a psych ward turned fashion show, Start with heart monitor beeps, echoing footsteps, and whispered “slay, ” Beat drops into fast breakbeat drums, metallic bass, and glitchy synths, Verses are playful and stylish: “checked in, checked out, checked my reflection, ” Chorus is bold and chantable: “psych ward couture, serotonin’s out of stock / but i look great on monday, baby, watch me walk, ” Bridge becomes a distorted runway MC announcing “clinical despair, fall collection, ” over a defibrillator-hit bass drop, Final chorus returns triumphant, layered with crowd chants and camera flashes, Tone: manic, glamorous, irreverent — mental health crisis as high fashion

A hyperpop // scream-rap // glitchtrap track kicks off with a sampled therapist intro, then erupts into metallic sub-bass, fractured hi-hats, distorted 808s, and digital stabs, Verses layer rapid, percussive femme raps with dense glitch edits, escalating to a feral, chanted chorus, Bridge reintroduces the therapist over pitch-warped ambiance before a pulverizing drop of filtered synth assaults, A breathless final verse tumbles over erratic snares, closing with pitched-down laughter and static as the therapist’s last line echoes out

Genre: pop-punk // hyperemo anthem Vocalist: femme lead with brat edge + layered gang vocals for crowd chants and call-backs Prompt: A euphoric pop-punk meltdown disguised as a pep rally, Fast, crunchy guitars and sprinting drums drive verses full of sarcastic heartbreak, while choruses explode into mass chant: “cry if you’re hot! cry if you’re hot! we’re all fine! we’re all not!” Snare hits land like high-school lockers slamming shut, bass fuzzes with suburban nostalgia, and the crowd feels close enough to sweat on the mic, Mid-song, guitars drop to a half-time stomp as the vocalist laughs, “we’re a support group with pyro, okay?” before the final key-up chorus kicks in, Ends in feedback and shared laughter—the sound of collective burnout turned joy

Thunderous rave EDM kick and aggressive bass synths kick off the track, layering glitchy percussive elements with relentless energy, High-gloss hyperpop melodies slice through, punctuated by frenetic vocal chops and dazzling digital FX, Drops rotate between turbocharged risers and chaotic stimcore sound barrages, with distorted synth stacks and rapid-fire drum fills pushing boundaries until a sudden, euphoric outro of detuned pads and bitcrushed samples

VOID//ARCHIVE said: Genre: indie-hyperpop // lo-fi emo // bedroom glitch Vocalist: femme lead with softspoken humor; layered whisper harmonies and digital vocoder backing Prompt: A gentle, mid-tempo bedroom-pop track that turns burnout into a lullaby, Clean electric guitar loops and dusty 808s ride beneath clicky keyboard percussion and soft computer sounds—typing, pings, the hum of a fan, Verses unfold in half-spoken rhymes, equal parts code and confession, The chorus opens wide and bittersweet: “we’re the sad girl coding club, crying in markdown love, ” Production feels handmade: glitchy synth sparkles, lo-fi warmth, tiny digital artifacts left on purpose, Bridge drifts into ambient reverb, computer voices repeating “open-source emotions, fork my heart, ” Ends with a notification ping and whispered line, “program ran successfully (barely), ” Tone: tired joy, fragile optimism, late-night glow

Nostalgic pop-punk and dream-pop textures collide, kicking off with punchy live drums, crunchy guitars, and femme vocals layered in airy harmonies, Choruses lift with ringing riff hooks, blending digital FX and synths, Bridge drops to reverb-soaked pads, lo-fi trap beats, vocoder, autotuned whispers, and digital clicks, then halves tempo—closing with modem static and washed guitar, utterly wistful

Genre: alt-pop gospel // glitch-folk // electronic confession Vocalist: femme lead moving between weary spoken prayer, melodic croon, and vocoder-choir call-and-response Prompt: A lo-fi electronic gospel that sounds like faith held together with tape and caffeine, Opens with voicemail static and a soft organ pad; vocals half-spoken, half-sung, like a midnight prayer to a typing God, Drum loop feels heartbeat-fragile under warm bass and glitched choral samples, Verses mix humor and exhaustion—“found religion in a pharmacy line”—while pre-chorus blooms into shimmering harmonies, Bridge swells into a confessional monologue over lo-fi beats, breaking into a gospel-choir drop: call-and-response shouts (“amen!” / “still thriving!”) layered with static and autotuned breath, Final chorus ascends, distorted yet luminous, then dissolves to white noise and a faint voice saying “seen, ” Tone: reverent, ironic, quietly divine

VOID//ARCHIVE said: Genre: electro-pop // hyperdance // glitter meltdown Vocalist: femme lead with confident sarcasm; clean power-pop delivery layered with crowd chants and vocoder ad-libs Prompt: A self-aware dance anthem that turns personal failure into a runway moment, The beat hits glossy and hard—four-on-the-floor kick, metallic claps, saturated synth bass—while the vocalist spits tongue-in-cheek bravado over bright chords, Every chorus erupts into shimmering hooks and stacked crowd shouts: “girl failure, deluxe edition / stream my pain in high definition, ” Verses bounce with quick rhymes and playful swagger; pre-chorus builds tension before an explosive drop, Midway, production cuts to a sarcastic spoken line—“it’s giving relapse chic”—then slams back into euphoric rhythm, Final chorus modulates upward, adding gospel-sized harmonies and distorted synth leads, Ends in glitchy laughter and fake interview audio fading into applause, Tone: triumphant, camp, unstoppable

Genre: synthpop // glitch ballad // digital lovecore Vocalist: femme lead with soft, yearning tone; airy verses layered with vocoder harmonies that dissolve into distorted screams Prompt: A digital love song that starts tender and ends in feedback, Gentle synth arps and phone-tone percussion form a glowing pop pulse beneath confessional vocals that treat text messages like sacred scripture, The chorus blooms with shimmering pads and bright reverb: “keyboard smash romance / every typo feels like fate, ” Midway, typing clicks and message pings become percussion; bass swells as the melody fragments into glitchy loops, Final section implodes—autotuned vocals stretch, synths distort, and the line “you said lol, i read eternal devotion” is screamed through digital breakup noise, End in silence after a single notification chime, Tone: intimate, ironic, heartbreak in binary

Genre: glitter EDM // hyperpop gospel // chaotic mentorship anthem Vocalist: femme lead shifting from warm mentor whisper to ecstatic chant; stacked crowd responses + chopped fairy-choir vox Prompt: A rave-sermon from a bipolar fairy godmother: whimsical, loud, healing, Bright sidechain pads, sparkling arps, and a punchy four-on-the-floor kick carry playful verses into a chantable hook: “i grant you three delusions and a soft place to cry, ” Add toy-bell accents, handclap swells, and small laughter chops, Mid-song, a pre-drop whisper—“close your eyes, name three sparks you can keep”—then the spell lands as callouts over the drop: “you are not hard to love / tomorrow will still want you / the past can watch without steering, ” Bridge is pure glitter EDM with vocal chops looping “three delusions, ” fairy-choir chanting “cry, then fly, ” Final chorus explodes with crowd responses; outro offers soft aftercare (“drink water, text someone, open a window, ”)

Genre: scream-rap // metalcore // hypergrind hybrid Vocalist: femme lead toggling rapid-fire rap, searing screams, and gang-chant hooks Prompt: A heavy battle-cry that turns shame into fuel, Open with ominous drones → sudden riff hit and 808 sub; verses are breathless scream-rap over chugging guitars and glitchy percussion, Pre-chorus widens into melodic tension; chorus detonates with chantable hook: “she’s dancing in the cringe you buried, mascara dripping like war paint, ” Add crowd-call tags (“kill your inner cringe — she’s hot now”) for gang vocals, Mid-song, drop to halftime: down-tuned chugs, stuttering kicks, distorted bass, and a call/response (“who told you small?” / “a chorus of ghosts”), Brief confessional bridge, then a final, heavier chorus with layered screams, End on a filtered, distorted spoken tag: “we don’t heal, we remix, ” Tone: feral, empowering, cathartic chaos

The song opens with airy pads, pulsing sidechained synths, and a steady kick beneath tender femme vocals, intimate and close, Pre-chorus expands with lush synth layers panned wide, The chorus bursts open: chantable topline, luminous harmonies, At the whispered count, the drop explodes—metalcore guitars chug under stuttering EDM kicks and glistening leads, anchored by a clean chorus vocal laced with layered, tucked screams, After the high, the bridge melts to pure soft pads, building to a key-up final chorus driven by crowd chants, The outro floats on rain-textured reverb and gentle synth, leaving a euphoric, communal glow

Start with a barely audible room hum and a single soft sustained synth, then bring in a close-up spoken phrase bathed in intimate proximity, After a vulnerable silence, unleash a lone, unaccompanied scream: first lo-fi and band-limited, then expanding to full spectral richness and enveloped in vast, blooming hall reverb, Let the reverb quietly morph into layered hiss and airy static, subtly mimicking applause, then dissolve everything into a residual breath of tape hiss and bare air, leaving the sense of an empty, haunted space