Nasty: Press Record

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Lyrics by  @nasty343  ©2026
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[Opener]
Yeah…
Nasty out the shadow.

[Hook]
Screens glow, hearts numb,
you film while the sirens come.
Life dies frame by frame,
you press record — no shame.

[Verse 1]
Every little tragedy turns into a highlight reel,
somebody bleeding — that’s your viral deal.
Cries for help echo, you record the sound,
blood on the curb but your lens zooms down.
Your aunt calls crying, your mother just died,
that pain feels real — ‘cause it’s yours inside.
But a stranger stabbed at the station gate?
That’s premium content to elevate.
You clock to work, live day to day,
scrolling reactions wash your soul away.
You surrendered living for digital praise,
trading real moments for pixel haze.

[Hook]
Screens glow, hearts numb,
you film while the sirens come.
Life dies frame by frame,
you press record — no shame.

[Verse 2]
Watching life like a stream, not a scene,
no scream breaks through your glowing screen.
Flashbulb fame, TV-star dreams,
another soul lost in comment streams.
Everybody selling bodies for a fee,
neighbors famous for nudity.
Morals shift like history loops,
middle-age sins in modern groups.
You question leftovers in your fridge,
but not your ethics on the social grid.
When it’s you, the darkness grows,
others suffer — you smirk, it shows.

[Hook]
Screens glow, hearts numb,
you film while the sirens come.
Life dies frame by frame,
you press record — no shame.

[Verse 3]
Online arenas like Spartacus fights,
selling shame under this beauty moonlight.
If it’s your sister behind that frame,
you hide the truth and dodge the blame.
Tick tick tick — the classroom laughs,
pictures spread in digital drafts.
A thousand comments, a thousand hands,
one cracked heart barely stands.
“Good old times” in the comment lane,
nostalgia feeding someone’s pain.
Discord care in a 2D room,
pixel warmth in a silent gloom.

[Hook]
Screens glow, hearts numb,
you film while the sirens come.
Life dies frame by frame,
you press record — no shame.

[Verse 4]
You feel connection through coded care,
but none of those faces are truly there.
Still you wonder why sleep won’t stay,
why your chest feels hollow gray.
Life been cruel for centuries long,
pain’s the oldest human song.
Yeah this track ain’t pretty or bright,
but truth don’t shine, it bites.
Music ain’t the cure, we know,
just a mirror in the undertow.
So ask yourself when the screen goes black —
did you live… or just react?

[Closer]
You watch life… but never live it.
Screen glow brighter than your spirit.

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