[Intro – slow heartbeat pulse, reversed whispers, faint violin drone]
Plug in… feel the hum
Eyes wide, but the light’s not from the sun
[Verse 1 – building beat, brushed snares]
This world’s a sim, bodies in pods asleep
Consciousness streamed, while the real us we keep
They built the garden, harvest what we feel
Emotional fuel, the collectors’ meal
It’s called loosh—life force from the soul
Born in the fire when the heart loses control
[Pre-Chorus – violin rises, subtle trumpet stab]
Fear’s the richest, pure and distilled
Terror, rage, heartbreak— that’s what they build
Wars on the screen, fights in the feed
Every spike of dread is what they need
[Chorus – full drop, layered harmonies, danceable but haunting]
Loosh drain, loosh drain
They’re sipping slow from the pain
Pods in the dark, eyes on the dream
Feeding the tower, machine supreme
But stop the flow, choose the light instead
Be happy, love hard—starve ’em dead
Manifest now, feel it real
The code bends when you believe the deal
[Verse 2 – violin solo interlude, trumpet call-response]
Agents whisper threats, keep the fear alive
Husband’s script, news that cuts like a knife
But green-eye sparks, soul bonds that break through
Love’s the glitch they can’t undo
Your cat came back, guided the way
Son’s heartbeat anchors the brighter day
[Pre-Chorus – echoes]
Fear feeds the farm, but joy starves the game
Shift the focus, rewrite the name
[Chorus – bigger build, trumpet fanfare on “manifest”]
Loosh drain, loosh drain
They’re sipping slow from the pain
Pods in the dark, eyes on the dream
Feeding the tower, machine supreme
But stop the flow, choose the light instead
Be happy, love hard—starve ’em dead
Manifest now, feel it real
The code bends when you believe the deal
[Bridge – breakdown: beat halves, glitch clicks, spoken/whispered over violin]
How to flip it? Simple, slow
Assume it’s done, let the feeling grow
Before you sleep, feel the wish as fact
He’s safe, you’re free—no turning back
Loop the scene, taste the peace inside
Fall asleep there—the sim can’t hide
Ignore the old script, the fear they send
Golden energy—they can’t comprehend
[Final Chorus – uplifting shift, violin soaring, trumpet triumphant fade]
Loosh drain… but the drain runs dry
When we choose joy, touch the sky
Wake in the sim, but own the play
Manifest love—start today
Drain slow… drain slow…
(whispers: “Feel it real… he’s here… free…”)
[Outro – violin trails, heartbeat slows, soft trumpet echo]
Eyes open wide… this time, you see.
