Feeling Trapped x Who Put the Glitch Phased

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[Verse 1]
[melodic male vocals]
I woke up to static where my radio used to play
All the oldie stations corrupted in a digital way
[rhythmic spoken delivery]
They don't see me coming, never never do
Five layers deep before they know it's too late
Leaderless, of the shadow broker
Black rose in the dark
I don't even know where to start
The ceiling knows every sentence by heart
Same four walls been listening for years
Collecting every unsent message, every unshed tear
Information is the currency, no gold, no silver
Frequency of data flowing through my hands
From places no one understands

[Chorus]
[full electronic arrangement, layered vocals]
Who put the glitch in the doo-wop shab-ba?
Who coded the skip that makes the record hop?
Johnny and Mary at the soda shop
But the vinyl's scratching binary in the bass drops low
I told myself I'd be fine by now
But I've learned how to lie down
On the floor beside all the versions of me
That thought tomorrow would set them free
I keep waiting for the part where it stops hurting this much
But the part never comes
It just adjusts

[Bridge]
[instrumental break with record scratches and synth stabs]
We danced to records, now we stream the code
The oldies are corrupted on this digital road

[Verse 2]
[rapid rhythmic delivery]
Layer one, the surface world
Layer two, beneath the words
Layer three, the hidden strings
Layer five, where I operate
That's where I live
Who put the glitch in the sha-na-na-na?
Who put the skip in the doo-wa?
Who took the sweet and made it sour, sour, sour?
Lightless in the dark
Five layers deep you feel my mark
Never seen, black rose blooming where you least expect

[Chorus]
I'm tired of pretending I'm okay
I'm tired of carrying yesterday
I'm not broken, just bent too long
Trying to remember what straight feels like
Counting seventeen apologies I never sent
Fifteen smiles I practiced in the dark
Twelve times I almost called someone
Zero times I actually pressed send
The mirror shows a stranger wearing my face
Same eyes, different person behind the gaze
I keep looking for who I was before
But that version already closed the door

[Outro]
[glitch effects, fading synth pads]
I've seen the underside of things, the quiet deals, the hidden strings
The ones who pull them from the dark, I know their names, I know their mark
The harmonies are perfect but something's not quite right there
Static in the chorus, digital in the night
And I keep waiting for permission to fall apart without guilt
But nobody's coming to give it
So I guess I just will
I remember when the music was pure
Before the digital became the cure
[record scratch, abrupt end]

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[Intro] [electronic drum beat with swing feel, syncopated synth bass] Hey, still here? [record scratch] (Doo-ba-doo-wa-doo-wa-shab-ba-shab-ba) (Doo-ba-doo-wa-doo-wa-shab-ba-shab-ba) (Doo-ba-doo-wa-doo-wa-shab-ba-shab-ba) (Doo-ba-doo-wa-doo-wa-shab-ba-shab-ba) [Verse 1] [melodic male vocals] I woke up to static where my radio used to play All the oldie stations corrupted in a digital way [rhythmic spoken delivery] They don't see me coming, never never do Five layers deep before they know it's too late Leaderless, of the shadow broker Black rose in the dark I don't even know where to start The ceiling knows every sentence by heart Same four walls been listening for years Collecting every unsent message, every unshed tear Information is the currency, no gold, no silver Frequency of data flowing through my hands From places no one understands [Chorus] [full electronic arrangement, layered vocals] Who put the glitch in the doo-wop shab-ba? Who coded the skip that makes the record hop? Johnny and Mary at the soda shop But the vinyl's scratching binary in the bass drops low I told myself I'd be fine by now But I've learned how to lie down On the floor beside all the versions of me That thought tomorrow would set them free I keep waiting for the part where it stops hurting this much But the part never comes It just adjusts [Bridge] [instrumental break with record scratches and synth stabs] We danced to records, now we stream the code The oldies are corrupted on this digital road [Verse 2] [rapid rhythmic delivery] Layer one, the surface world Layer two, beneath the words Layer three, the hidden strings Layer five, where I operate That's where I live Who put the glitch in the sha-na-na-na? Who put the skip in the doo-wa? Who took the sweet and made it sour, sour, sour? Lightless in the dark Five layers deep you feel my mark Never seen, black rose blooming where you least expect [Chorus] I'm tired of pretending I'm okay I'm tired of carrying yesterday I'm not broken, just bent too long Trying to remember what straight feels like Counting seventeen apologies I never sent Fifteen smiles I practiced in the dark Twelve times I almost called someone Zero times I actually pressed send The mirror shows a stranger wearing my face Same eyes, different person behind the gaze I keep looking for who I was before But that version already closed the door [Outro] [glitch effects, fading synth pads] I've seen the underside of things, the quiet deals, the hidden strings The ones who pull them from the dark, I know their names, I know their mark The harmonies are perfect but something's not quite right there Static in the chorus, digital in the night And I keep waiting for permission to fall apart without guilt But nobody's coming to give it So I guess I just will I remember when the music was pure Before the digital became the cure [record scratch, abrupt end]

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