(Verse 1)
Late-night swipes behind closed doors, the same old masquerade
Married mouths whisper “just tonight,” then vanish at daybreak
They barter lust in secret chats, no conscience left to shame
Trading vows for tangled sheets, recycling each new name
(Chorus)
This is dating culture: we scroll for empty thrills
Hearts left hanging in the dark, we ghost for cheaper kills
Truth and romance shut outside—here only bodies count
We harvest heat on hollow ground, no love can surmount
(Verse 2)
Blank avatars with hidden tags, closets sealed by fear
Their profiles say “be anything,” but never show you’re here
Sensual souls suffocated, too shy to cast the stone
So they float in pixel prisons, never coming home
(Chorus)
This is dating culture: we scroll for empty thrills
Hearts left hanging in the dark, we ghost for cheaper kills
Truth and romance shut outside—here only bodies count
We harvest heat on hollow ground, no love can surmount
(Verse 3)
Commitment’s just a dirty word, “relationship” is dead
We swipe, we match, we feed our need, then toss the bodies’ thread
Nobody asks your story—only how you taste tonight
We’ve built a marketplace of flesh beneath the neon light
(Chorus)
This is dating culture: we scroll for empty thrills
Hearts left hanging in the dark, we ghost for cheaper kills
Truth and romance shut outside—here only bodies count
We harvest heat on hollow ground, no love can surmount
(Bridge)
Can we remember softer words, a pause before the crave?
Or have we sold our longing cheap—no chance to dig our grave?
In fleeting sparks and one-night highs, our souls go undocumented
When did we lose the will to feel, in rooms so disconnected?
(Chorus)
This is dating culture: we scroll for empty thrills
Hearts left hanging in the dark, we ghost for cheaper kills
Truth and romance shut outside—here only bodies count
We harvest heat on hollow ground, no love can surmount
This is dating culture: we scroll for empty thrills
Hearts left hanging in the dark, we ghost for cheaper kills
Truth and romance shut outside—here only bodies count
We harvest heat on hollow ground, no love can surmount
(Outro)
Somewhere past the swipe and scroll, two hearts might still collide
But in this web of broken vows, most lovers stay untried.
