[Intro]
Yeah…
Augsburg at night, neon lights flicker like broken hope
Phone battery 3%, soul too
Listen closely… that's not a beat, that's a heartbeat giving up
[Part 1]
I walk down the streets, hood down, eyes blank
Past guys who only take selfies when someone dies here
Filter on, 0.8 seconds of fame, then invisible again
Bro, your likes aren't even worth a funeral, for real
They post "good life," but no one looks each other in the eye anymore
DMs instead of "Calm down, let's talk, you bastard"
I see faces that are laughing, but the eyes are dead
Like they updated the soul to 404 – not found
This society? Sad like a rain-soaked playground
Slides full of people who just scroll instead of sliding
I just find you all... pathetic
You call it "connected," I call it chains you forge for yourselves
[Hook]
This world is fucked, just worthless
Interchangeable like filters, broken like the last person you meet
Don't tell me about warmth if you don't even know what love is
Just selfies with tears – Insta-cry, what a shitty joke
This society is sad, yo it's dead
Only living on the screen, they're never awake outside Give me one single reason why I should stay here
When everything that was real has long since rotted in the algorithm's trash can
[Part 2]
Back then, brothers bled to get respect. Today, a stupid comment and 17 heart emojis are enough.
"I feel for you" – no, you don't feel anything at all. Nothing, you just like quickly
Your sympathy has a loading time of 0.3 seconds, bro
I have real scars, not Photoshopped ones
I have real enemies, not ones with a block button
I've seen real tears, not ones just pulled out for a story
You cry about reach, I cry for people who will never be here again
They call me old-fashioned because I still use an analog phone
Because I still know what a real slap feels like
Because I still know what silence sounds like when two people are real
Not this artificial "lol," "haha," "skull emoji"—puke
[Hook]
This world is fucked, just worthless
Replaceable like haters, broken like the last friendship here
Don't tell me about love if you don't even know what closeness is
Just pixel hugs now—fuck you with your screen kiss
[Part 4—aggressive]
Fuck your Timeline, fuck your For You page
Fuck your "manifest your dreams" mantras that only fill empty stomachs
Fuck your influencers who sell you the idea that happiness can be bought
Fuck your therapists who give you pills to keep you scrolling
I'm building my world out of concrete, blood, and honest words
No hashtag salvation, no viral prayer
Just streetlights flickering like my pulse
And the certainty that I'd rather be alone than surrounded by fakes
[Outro – fading]
This society…
simply sad
simply hollow
simply loud to avoid hearing the silence
I'm going now, bye
KAIRO
