► NOTES This song is about breaking free from endless scrolling, fake perfection, and digital noise. Sometimes all we need is a little less screen time and a little more real life. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ► WORKFLOW [1] LYRICS (Prompt/Auto Lyrics) [2] INSTRUMENTAL (Simple Mode) [3] VOCAL VERSION (Advanced) Instrumental + Lyrics https://suno.com/s/CkhIgPBgBdTRdfzH [4] STUDIO MIX Gain: └─ All stems +4 dB EQ Presets: ├─ Vocals ......................... Vocal ├─ Drums ......................... Modern ├─ Bass ............................. Flat ├─ Synth ........................... Clarity └─ FX ................................. Air [5] COVER Image: flux1-dev-fp8 Video: Suno Advanced ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ► LYRICS [Verse 1] I been feeding screens my dawn Like they own the keys to me Thumb on a carousel Spinning round in green and blue Plastic flowers in my phone Pretty petals, hollow stems Every smile is made to shine Then it fades before I blink [Pre-Chorus] And the mirror in my room Keeps asking where I went Got a pulse, got dirt, got lungs But I’m buried in a trance A thousand voices, paper-thin Selling smoke in perfect clothes I can hear the door still creak If I choose the path I know [Chorus] Cut the wire, cut it now Cut the wire, let me out I want sun on my skin I want weight in my hands Cut the wire, cut it now I’m done dancing with a crowd of masks I want the real thing, I want the real thing I want my life back in my grasp [Verse 2] There are ghosts with perfect teeth Talking sweet behind a screen Borrowed faces, borrowed dreams Trying to plant their thoughts in me They keep changing every shape Like a river made of glass But I know a real tree By the scars its roots have cast [Pre-Chorus] So I’m looking past the bait Past the glitter on the baited hook Every empty little throne Every fake and polished look If my mind is a front porch Then I’m sweeping off the dust I can hear the real world calling Like a train beneath the rust [Chorus] Cut the wire, cut it now Cut the wire, let me out I want sun on my skin I want weight in my hands Cut the wire, cut it now I’m done dancing with a crowd of masks I want the real thing, I want the real thing I want my life back in my grasp [Bridge] Let the glass creek break Let the false gold burn away I don’t need a thousand hands To tell me who I am today I’ll trade these borrowed hours For mud, for breath, for honest miles For a face that laughs for real And a world that stays awhile [Final Chorus] Cut the wire, cut it now Cut the wire, let me out I want sun on my skin I want weight in my hands Cut the wire, cut it now I’m done dancing with a crowd of masks I want the real thing, I want the real thing I want my life back in my grasp [Outro] No more glass orchard No more borrowed skies I’m walking back to solid ground I’m opening my eyes
