rendered wrong

Indie rock, post-punk revival, dance-punk, angular guitars with treble-heavy bite, syncopated bass locked to mechanical drum machine, brittle synth textures, male vocalist with taut, nervy delivery, speak-sung verses escalating to shouted choruses, jagged rhythmic propulsion, D minor tonality, cold and kinetic mood, sharp metallic timbre, art-school aggression meets dancefloor urgency, 128 BPM

V5.5

I watch the avatars parade Their mouths move but there's no sound You click your name into the feed Another profile burns out We're all just bodies rendered wrong Fingers reaching through the glass We're all just bodies rendered wrong Bite the lag and make it last The landscape loops every third block Same fountain, same dead tree You trace the edges of the frame Looking for a way to bleed We're all just bodies rendered wrong Fingers reaching through the glass We're all just bodies rendered wrong Bite the lag and make it last Load Wait Crash Repeat I see your face but it's not you Just polygons pretending heat We're all just bodies rendered wrong Fingers reaching through the glass We're all just bodies rendered wrong (Bodies rendered wrong) Bite the lag and make it last (Make it last) We're all just bodies rendered wrong

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