

Prompt / Lyrics
[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.
Tags
Trip-hop, 963hz, violin, some piano, dance
3:39
No
3/23/2026