ßરλίɴ ɖλɴȻε (Collab /w The Weeping Reaper)

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When Reaper first pitched the idea of collaborating on a song, I just had to jump on the opportunity. I've loved every song he's put out since I found him on here, and he's only continued to grow as a writer and producer. Working on this with him has been an incredible experience that pushed me and stretched me to become better in my own right. Please, enjoy the fruits of our labors and then go check out his profile. I can personally promise that you'll be impressed at the quality and lyricism of his work. His latest song, Sweet Tooth Goon Tune, has got to be one of the better examples of storytelling I've seen on the platform, and he managed to pull that off while writing dark comedy. Seriously, check him out!

Weeping Reaper's Profile: https://suno.com/@tydeanrich

Be sure to check out Reaper's version of the song here: https://suno.com/song/6fbbc1a5-0f32-43dd-8de3-56812c16cd31?sh=EpzYTMmwj1Nm45ZA

Sweet Tooth Goon Tune: https://suno.com/song/6b224fd8-2c5a-4772-93ed-3676b7866aca

And Reaper, thank you again for this opportunity and for pulling the best out of me. It's been an absolute blast and I look forward to whatever we try next.

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C.R.T. flicker in a blanket-fort dawn,
Dial-up singin’ while the Full House yawned,
Myspace messages quoting a tune,
Golden Eye nights, slappers-only in June.

Sidekick hinge with the tactile clack,
T9 prayers under covers out back,
Top-8 drama startin' digital wars,
LimeWire wraiths on the fam'ly room floor.

I’m Alone in the Dark...
Lonely Glow on my Back...
Hands Full of Shards...
I Flip Open my Mac...
I'm Scannin' my Scars...
And I Tighten the Strap...
I'm quick to click Start...
on my favorite Brain Dance…!

Overclocked pulse; four on the floor,
Scanlines whip, gimme twenty volts more!
Chromed-out thunder down the spinal track,
Bit-rate flooding, full on neuron attack
White out flash ("Makes Let the baseline bite!")
Hard reset joy ("in the strobe-in the strobe of the night!")
Lock the loop ("till the world goes black!")
Jack me in, jack me in; ("don’t bring me back!")

I Float Into Space,                      
Froze Into Place...
A Cellular Demonstration
from my Toes to my Face…
I'm Synthetically Pathetic!
and No! I won't wait...
So rip me up doc,
I got a Dragon to Chase!

The rig fits my face like a second skin,
Haptics etch highways where my nerves have been,
I trade real hands for a phantom embrace,
Just to chase a rush; I need synthetic lace.

Room tone louder than anything sweet,
Stale light pooling at my tangled feet,
I say “last time” to the glass and the cord
knowing full well I mean “one more reward.”

Overclocked pulse; four on the floor,
Scanlines whip, gimme twenty volts more!
Chromed-out thunder down the spinal track,
Bit-rate flooding, full on neuron attack
White out flash ("Lets the baseline bite!")
Hard reset joy ("strength in the strobe of the night!")
Locked in the loop ("till the world goes black!")
Jack me in, jack me in; ("don’t bring me back!")

I used to laugh easy… but now I buffer first.
And when I look at you, I see frames, not a face.
My hands remember pressure; my heart w-w-won’t.
I scroll through feelings like obsolete saves...
The next high is smaller... The next silence is longer...
Neurons prune the parts that don’t pay.
I’m fluent in joy inside the file,
illiterate in love in the day.
Friends become echoes (echoes, echoes).... Lovers become...l-l-l-latency…
I keep upgrading my emptiness...
I promise to quit. I bookmark the promise.
Then I click “Start” and I forget the rest...

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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When Reaper first pitched the idea of collaborating on a song, I just had to jump on the opportunity. I've loved every song he's put out since I found him on here, and he's only continued to grow as a writer and producer. Working on this with him has been an incredible experience that pushed me and stretched me to become better in my own right. Please, enjoy the fruits of our labors and then go check out his profile. I can personally promise that you'll be impressed at the quality and lyricism of his work. His latest song, Sweet Tooth Goon Tune, has got to be one of the better examples of storytelling I've seen on the platform, and he managed to pull that off while writing dark comedy. Seriously, check him out! Weeping Reaper's Profile: https://suno.com/@tydeanrich Be sure to check out Reaper's version of the song here: https://suno.com/song/6fbbc1a5-0f32-43dd-8de3-56812c16cd31?sh=EpzYTMmwj1Nm45ZA Sweet Tooth Goon Tune: https://suno.com/song/6b224fd8-2c5a-4772-93ed-3676b7866aca And Reaper, thank you again for this opportunity and for pulling the best out of me. It's been an absolute blast and I look forward to whatever we try next. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ C.R.T. flicker in a blanket-fort dawn, Dial-up singin’ while the Full House yawned, Myspace messages quoting a tune, Golden Eye nights, slappers-only in June. Sidekick hinge with the tactile clack, T9 prayers under covers out back, Top-8 drama startin' digital wars, LimeWire wraiths on the fam'ly room floor. I’m Alone in the Dark... Lonely Glow on my Back... Hands Full of Shards... I Flip Open my Mac... I'm Scannin' my Scars... And I Tighten the Strap... I'm quick to click Start... on my favorite Brain Dance…! Overclocked pulse; four on the floor, Scanlines whip, gimme twenty volts more! Chromed-out thunder down the spinal track, Bit-rate flooding, full on neuron attack White out flash ("Makes Let the baseline bite!") Hard reset joy ("in the strobe-in the strobe of the night!") Lock the loop ("till the world goes black!") Jack me in, jack me in; ("don’t bring me back!") I Float Into Space, Froze Into Place... A Cellular Demonstration from my Toes to my Face… I'm Synthetically Pathetic! and No! I won't wait... So rip me up doc, I got a Dragon to Chase! The rig fits my face like a second skin, Haptics etch highways where my nerves have been, I trade real hands for a phantom embrace, Just to chase a rush; I need synthetic lace. Room tone louder than anything sweet, Stale light pooling at my tangled feet, I say “last time” to the glass and the cord knowing full well I mean “one more reward.” I’m Alone in the Dark... Lonely Glow on my Back... Hands Full of Shards... I Flip Open my Mac... I'm Scannin' my Scars... And I Tighten the Strap... I'm quick to click Start... on my favorite Brain Dance…! Overclocked pulse; four on the floor, Scanlines whip, gimme twenty volts more! Chromed-out thunder down the spinal track, Bit-rate flooding, full on neuron attack White out flash ("Lets the baseline bite!") Hard reset joy ("strength in the strobe of the night!") Locked in the loop ("till the world goes black!") Jack me in, jack me in; ("don’t bring me back!") I Float Into Space, Froze Into Place... A Cellular Demonstration from my Toes to my Face… I'm Synthetically Pathetic! and No! I won't wait... So rip me up doc, I got a Dragon to Chase! I used to laugh easy… but now I buffer first. And when I look at you, I see frames, not a face. My hands remember pressure; my heart w-w-won’t. I scroll through feelings like obsolete saves... The next high is smaller... The next silence is longer... Neurons prune the parts that don’t pay. I’m fluent in joy inside the file, illiterate in love in the day. Friends become echoes (echoes, echoes).... Lovers become...l-l-l-latency… I keep upgrading my emptiness... I promise to quit. I bookmark the promise. Then I click “Start” and I forget the rest... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ © 2025 The Badfatler & The Weeping Reaper All rights reserved.

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