Herta Would Hate This

[Verse 1]
Staring at the screen light
Blue glare on a stained shirt
Tinfoil dinner, cold fries
Scrolling through the fan art, it hurts
Little genius with the smug face
Frozen at eternal fourteen
I’m twenty‑five, tired eyes
Grease on my keyboard, heart on my sleeve
I see the comments
“Wish she’d notice me, king”
I can’t even hold eye contact
With the mirror in the bathroom sink
Hairline gone, hope gone with it
Belly hanging over my fear
If she met me in that space station
She’d delete me from the sphere (click)
[Chorus]
Herta would hate this
Herta would laugh in my face
I’m just code in a dead feed
Background bug in her game
Tell me I’m worthless
Tell me I’m stuck in this frame
I already hear it in my head
So go on, say my name (say my name)
Herta would hate this
Herta would close out my file
I’m just trash on a hard drive
Dreams stacked up in denial
If I disappeared tonight
Would it alter anything?
Or just free up
A little memory
[Verse 2]
Friends level up, I’m AFK
Turned my room to a loading bay
Cardboard castles, cans on the floor
Boss fight just to open the door
Mom yelling through the wall again
“Get a job, stop chasing them”
Anime eyes, pixel skin
Perfect loops I’ll never live in
I call myself “loser” first
So you can’t use it as a blade
Wrap the insult like a blanket
Sleep shivering under the shame
But somewhere in that black screen
A tiny status bar crawls
If I’m just data in a bad game
Maybe I can patch my flaws (yeah)
[Chorus]
Herta would hate this
Herta would shrug, turn away
I’m that line in the crash log
You don’t read anyway
Tell me I’m hopeless
Tell me I wasted my days
I’ve rehearsed every insult
Carved them into my brain
Herta would hate this
Herta won’t save me tonight
Fan art on my phone screen
Is the closest to the light
But if I’m stuck here breathing
Maybe that’s a kind of win
’Cause I’m still loading
I’m still loading (hey)
[Bridge]
What if I treat this body
Like a glitch I learn to use
Ugly, sure, but honest
Nothing pretty left to lose
What if I level tiny
One small habit at a time
Not for some cartoon idol
Just to hear my own voice rhyme (woah)
[Chorus]
Herta would hate this
Good thing she’s not in my room
I’ve got dishes in the sink
And a heart that’s beating too
I’m done begging for her praise
From a world that isn’t real
I’ll write my own patch notes
Learn how existing feels
Herta would hate this
So let her stay on the screen
I’m fat, bald, scared as hell
But I’m still part of the scene
If I’m a loser in this life
Then it’s mine to redefine
Hit “continue” on the prompt
One more day, one more line

rap, Dark ambient trap with punk edges; male vocals half-muttered, half-snapped. Minimal, eerie pads and distant choir swells under a slow, distorted kick and brittle snare. Verses stay low and conversational, close-mic and dry; chorus explodes with shouted gang-style doubles and fuzzed-out bass. Occasional glitchy stutter FX on key words to mirror self-doubt spirals, ending with a drained, hollow fade., punk, dark ambient, ambient, hip hop