Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Wake up, cracked screen, same ceiling Tap glass, chase ghosts through the feed Don't blink, they selling me a feeling So clean, but it don't fit my teeth Tight jaw, keep scrolling through the wreckage Blue glow paints halos on the floor They cheer for a highlight reel I edited But the cut scenes hurt me more [Pre-Chorus] Yeah I dress up all my damage Call it style, call it habit (uh) If they only saw the attic in my head Stacked boxes, all the panic [Chorus] So I fake it Smiles like stage lights, burning my face Can’t escape it Every cheer just echoes in space If the whole world loves this version I made Will they ever want the part that breaks? So I fake it 'Cause I’m scared there’s nothing to save (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Laugh track plays over my silence They clap every time that I bend Gold teeth, cheap crown on a tyrant I'm king of the lie I defend Ink stains on the list of my successes Each win feels heavy on my chest Trade sleep for a screenshot blessing Still wake up feeling less [Pre-Chorus] Yeah I airbrush all my memories Make the mess look cinematic (oh) If they only saw the static in my blood How it hums, how it’s manic [Chorus] So I fake it Smiles like stage lights, burning my face Can’t escape it Every cheer just echoes in space If the whole world loves this version I made Will they ever want the part that breaks? So I fake it 'Cause I’m scared there’s nothing to save [Bridge] Rip the mask Leave it on the floor, let it crack (hey) All this glass Cutting through the image I cast If I scream Will I lose the kingdom I built? Or find one friend Who can hold the weight of my guilt? [Chorus] So I fake it Smiles like stage lights, burning my face Can’t escape it Every cheer just echoes in space If the whole world loves this version I made Would you stay when all the colors fade? If I break it Maybe that’s the only way I’m saved (oh-oh)
Tags
rap, Hybrid hip-hop / alt-pop banger with male vocals, snarling distorted bass and cinematic drums. Verses ride a tight, syncopated groove with low, tense strings and filtered keys; pre-chorus pulls the energy back with sparse percussion and whispered backing vocals. Chorus explodes into rock-tinged guitars, stacked gang shouts, and wide stereo pads, then drops to half-time for the final hook, leaving space for echoing ad-libs and a raw, defiant vocal delivery., fake, hip hop, art pop, rock, pop
Duration
3:06
Instrumental
No
Created
3/4/2026