[Intro] Thumb on the screen and the hours disappear Clip after clip while the real world gets unclear Everybody scrolls till their focus runs thin Then acts surprised when the real world kicks in [Verse 1] Morning turns to midnight from a swipe and a stare Ten-second nonsense and the whole day disappears Quick little brainrot keeps coming in stacks One more turns to twenty and nobody looks back Eyes on the feed while the room gets ignored Every quiet second gets filled with some more People call it normal while attention gets drained Then wonder why their head feels scattered and strained [Pre-Hook] Scroll for a laugh, stay another half hour Give up your focus while somebody gets paid Call it a break till the whole day is gone Then ask how reality started feeling wrong [Hook] Braindead, scrolling till the real world fades Braindead, short little clips getting played Everybody watches, somebody gets paid More brainrot served while attention gets drained Braindead, then we wonder what changed Braindead, while the nonsense gets praised Look at this mess and tell me it makes sense What in the hell are we doing to ourselves [Verse 2] Every new short has to fight for your eyes Louder and dumber just to keep you online Nothing needs meaning if the numbers still move Keep people watching and the money comes through Someone gets paid off a million empty views Viewers keep scrolling, losing hours as they do That is the trade and it sounds fucking strange Feed them more garbage, then cash in again [Verse 3] Focus gets shorter the longer we stay Reality waits while we scroll it away Talk gets reduced to a clip with no depth Context gets chopped till there is nothing left Nobody pauses because something comes next Swipe before thinking, then call that progress Hours get eaten in ten-second bites Still we keep feeding it morning and night [Hook] Braindead, scrolling till the real world fades Braindead, short little clips getting played Everybody watches, somebody gets paid More brainrot served while attention gets drained Braindead, then we wonder what changed Braindead, while the nonsense gets praised Look at this mess and tell me it makes sense What in the hell are we doing to ourselves [Verse 4] People lose touch, then they blame something else Never the screen or the scrolling itself Nothing feels real when the feed sets the pace Every new clip puts another in place Silence gets awkward, so out comes the phone Five quiet seconds feel too long alone That should be enough to make somebody stop How did this nonsense become what we watch [Verse 5] I am not saying every short makes you dumb I am saying look at what constant scrolling has become Endless distraction gets dressed up as fun Everybody knows it, but nobody is done Money gets made every second we stay That is why garbage keeps coming our way Give them your focus and somebody wins While you lose hours to the same empty clips [Hook] Braindead, scrolling till the real world fades Braindead, short little clips getting played Everybody watches, somebody gets paid More brainrot served while attention gets drained Braindead, then we wonder what changed Braindead, while the nonsense gets praised Look at this mess and tell me it makes sense What in the hell are we doing to ourselves [Bridge] Scroll, laugh, forget what you opened it for Swipe, watch, repeat till you need even more Ten seconds later the last one is dead Next little nonsense gets pushed in your head Somebody profits each time that you stay Somebody counts while you scroll time away Look at the room while your eyes stay below Everyone watching, but where did we go Real life keeps moving while we stare at a screen Still we keep scrolling like this shit is routine If this is normal, then normal looks strange Maybe the problem is what we became [Verse 6] Put down the screen and the room still exists Nothing collapsed when you stopped watching clips Look at the hours that disappear fast Look at how little of it even will last I only know this shit cannot make sense Burning through hours for ten-second content Everyone sees it but still plays along Then asks why reality feels fucking wrong [Pre-Hook] Scroll for a laugh, stay another half hour Give up your focus while somebody gets paid Call it a break till the whole day is gone Then ask how reality started feeling wrong [Hook] Braindead, scrolling till the real world fades Braindead, short little clips getting played Everybody watches, somebody gets paid More brainrot served while attention gets drained Braindead, then we wonder what changed Braindead, while the nonsense gets praised Look at this mess and tell me it makes sense What in the hell are we doing to ourselves [Outro] Thumb off the screen, take a look where you stand Real life was here before the phone in your hand If all this brainrot is where we are headed What in the hell are we doing, braindead
