***NORDIC DISCORD CHALLENGE (1), Genre: Future Funk, Theme: NPC*** Am i the NPC? Are we all just NPCs? Lyrics by: ScreenslaveBlue This week playlist:https://suno.com/playlist/54e0b4cf-7855-4890-b64e-33a1e498403d [Verse 1] I walk the streets, I’m the one, I swear, The world bends soft, I’m the center here, Eyes on me, I’m the chosen thread, Every step’s alive, every word I’ve said. But the air grows still, the edges fray, A whisper hums, pulls my pride away, The lines I speak, they echo thin, Was this my voice—or a scripted thing? [Pre-Chorus] Wait a moment—am I the one they see? Or just a code, bound, not free? The world repeats, my thoughts unwind, Am I the soul—or a borrowed mind? [Chorus] Am I the NPC, moving through the haze? Living out my part in a thousand quiet ways, Thought I held the reins, now I’m not so sure, Are we all just NPCs, lost in something more? [Verse 2] The glass reflects a stranger’s face, Every choice feels locked in place, I call my name, but it drifts apart, A hollow sound from a hollow heart. The crowd moves on, I’m left behind, Their steps align, like a grand design, Was I meant to lead, or just to play? A fleeting piece in a scripted day? [Pre-Chorus] Hold on now—am I just numbers and air? A fleeting ghost in a world unfair? Every breath feels drawn by strings, Am I the dreamer—or a pawn of things? [Chorus] Am I the NPC, moving through the haze? Living out my part in a thousand quiet ways, Thought I held the reins, now I’m not so sure, Are we all just NPCs, lost in something more? [Bridge] Step back slow, see the endless load, A sea of lives, answering the code, We rise, we fall, in patterns deep, Voices blend in a restless sleep. Is the will my own, or a planted plea? Are we all just NPCs, never free? The silence grows, the truth’s unclear, A quiet doubt hums in my ear. [Chorus] Am I the NPC, moving through the haze? Living out my part in a thousand quiet ways, Thought I held the reins, now I’m not so sure, Are we all just NPCs, lost in something more? [Outro] Fading soft with the light’s retreat, A whispered life on a borrowed beat, Lead or not, I’ll walk the line, An NPC with a fragile sign. Are we all just echoes, faint and small? Living in a question, after all…