(Intro) (Drums hit with a rapid-fire double-kick drum pattern. Bass guitar is heavy and driving.) (Verse 1) Yo, check the metadata, everything’s a lie We got HD filters on the pain in my eyes You see the perfect outfit, you see the perfect clique I see a thousand algorithms making me sick Every post is a promise that we never have to keep We trade vulnerability for sleep in the digital deep The simulation's loading, yeah, we're stuck in the loop I'm throwing out the modem, taking cover in the stoop (Pre-Chorus) I'm tired of the bandwidth, tired of the glow Tired of the pressure, watch the numbers grow Gotta pull the plug, gotta see the system crash Gotta choose the real mess over digital ash (Chorus) I-R-L Breakdown! Yeah, the failure starts tonight Tear the whole damn feed down, walking into the light I want the static, the dirt, the noise, and the sweat We're trading manufactured bliss for genuine regret I-R-L Breakdown! Let the perfect puppet sway 'Cause the realest version of me can't be saved on the cloud today (Verse 2) Look, the system is flawless, the narrative is tight They want us on script, staying out of the spotlight But the truth is a virus, and I'm the carrier strain Spitting code that ain't clean, spitting out all the pain You click accept on the terms and conditions While your personality fades into cheap repetitions You talk about "connection," but you're just logging on I'm kicking down the fire door 'cause this entire world is gone (Pre-Chorus) I'm tired of the bandwidth, tired of the glow Tired of the pressure, watch the numbers grow Gotta pull the plug, gotta see the system crash Gotta choose the real mess over digital ash (Chorus) I-R-L Breakdown! Yeah, the failure starts tonight Tear the whole damn feed down, walking into the light I want the static, the dirt, the noise, and the sweat We're trading manufactured bliss for genuine regret I-R-L Breakdown! Let the perfect puppet sway 'Cause the realest version of me can't be saved on the cloud today (Bridge ): The server went down And I finally woke up I'm feeling the ground Yeah, I'm throwing it up The only thing real is the panic attack We're not going back (Chorus) I-R-L Breakdown! Yeah, the failure starts tonight Tear the whole damn feed down, walking into the light I want the static, the dirt, the noise, and the sweat We're trading manufactured bliss for genuine regret I-R-L Breakdown! Let the perfect puppet sway 'Cause the realest version of me can't be saved on the cloud today
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