

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
3:19
No
3/17/2026