

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1) The neon flickers on the rain-slicked street We’re trading silence for a steady beat Of algorithms humming behind the glass Watching the years and the moments pass The skyline is glowing, but the air is thin Wondering where the real world ends and where we begin We carry the void in a pocket device And sacrifice wisdom to pay the price. (Chorus) Oh, it’s a heavy heart in a hollow room We’re sweeping the dust beneath the broom Waiting for saviors that never arrive Just trying our hardest to stay alive In the land of the plenty, but the soul is poor We don’t know what we’re fighting for This is the state of the spinning wheel Turning the plastic into something real. (Verse 2) The ice is melting while the boardrooms meet Counting the profits of the winter heat A generation plugged into the grid With eyes wide open but tightly lid We shout at the screens from the safety of home While the seeds of the chaos are being sown Truth is a casualty, fading away Lost in the noise of the judgment day. (Bridge) They say that the future is looking bright But it feels like we’re walking into the night With a bag full of worries and a head full of lies I see the reflection in your weary eyes But somewhere underneath the static and the fear The truth of the moment is finally clear. (Chorus) Oh, it’s a heavy heart in a hollow room We’re sweeping the dust beneath the broom Waiting for saviors that never arrive Just trying our hardest to stay alive In the land of the plenty, but the soul is poor We don’t know what we’re fighting for This is the state of the spinning wheel Turning the plastic into something real. (Outro) January ninth, twenty-twenty-six Caught in the grind, caught in the fix Just a whisper in the hurricane Watching the light wash away the stain Yeah, we’re still here Watching it all disappear.
Tags
Minor key, rap, pop, rock, metal, nu metal, alternative rock, punk, post-punk, wave, new wave, noise, ambient, techno
3:43
No
1/9/2026