Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro — layered voices] Run… build… chase… collect… Again… again… again… ⸻ [Verse 1] Some construct and reconstruct, breaking what they just became… Nothing ever satisfies this quiet hunger without a name. Some keep running endlessly, roads that lead to nowhere home… Feet are tired, hearts are empty, still they don’t know where to go. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Movement feels like meaning, noise feels like control… But the louder that it gets, the quieter the soul. ⸻ [Chorus] Trap of the world… spinning me around… I thought I was moving, but I’m stuck in the sound. Round and round, same parade… Living in a life that somebody else made. ⸻ [Verse 2] Some sit still but dream awake, romance, battle, endless scenes… Riding on a ferris wheel of almosts and in-betweens. Some drown deep inside their sadness, pushing every hand away… Kindness knocking at their doors, but pride decides to stay. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2] Mazes built in their own minds, riddles they refuse to solve… Truth is simple, almost silent — but complexity feels evolved. ⸻ [Chorus] Trap of the world… pulling every thread… I thought I was choosing, but I’m being led. Round and round, same disguise… Dancing with illusions we call our lives. ⸻ [Bridge — distorted / slowed] Collect… consume… compete… repeat… Who told us this is living? Who told us this is free? ⸻ [Final Chorus — clearer, awakening tone] Trap of the world… I see it now… Every loud distraction was silencing me somehow. Step out the circle, step out the show… If I stop chasing — where do I go? ⸻ [Outro — soft] (whisper) Maybe… home.
Tags
alt-pop with rhythmic pulse, subtle electronic beat, dreamy yet unsettling, layered vocals, hypnotic loop feel
Duration
3:37
Instrumental
No
Created
4/3/2026