Lyric

We chase the lights in the silent night

Fake paradise in a toxic timeline

Souls offline but we stage the glow

Perfect lives in a scene we’ll never own

Echoes scream in a hollow cage

Painted smiles like a mask for rage

Golden frames on a corpse gone cold

Dressed-up truth that was never told never told

We scroll and scroll till we’re dead inside

Scrolling graves where our real selves died

Every heartbeat locked in a countdown chain

Priceless moments dumped down the digital drain

We chase that spark like a drug we need

Bleeding out for a ghost of a feed

We push and pull till we break our spine—

Tell me, who are we trying to design?

Digital ghosts — we fade, we fade, we fade

Digital ghosts — erase, erase, erase

Can’t feel the pulse — no heartbeat left beat left

Digital ghosts — we fade, we fade, we fade

(Yeah— watch this.)

(Tri-flow) Swipe-left / swipe-right / switch-roles / midnight

(Tri-flow) Pink-crown / blood-rush / no-love / stage-light

Fake FLEX, big WRECK — watch the numbers go BOOM

You bark LOUD, but your throne’s just a chatroom — ZOOM

(Tri-flow) Click-click / drip-drop / tip-top / stay vicious

(Tri-flow) Talk-slick / script-flip / un-zip / too ambitious

Your whole clique? cheap tricks, all fictitious

I’m luxury, big business — you’re suspicious (UH-HUH)

(Tri-flow) Dead-feed / slow-bleed / panic-attack / you choke

I break glass ceilings — you break down, broke

White lies, dark eyes — you’re a ghost in the smoke

I’m the headline, mainline — YOU?

Dead-feed / slow-bleed / panic-attack / you choke

I break glass ceilings — you break down, broke

White lies, dark eyes — you’re a ghost in the smoke

I’m the headline, mainline — YOU? footnote — PERIOD

We scroll and scroll till we’re dead inside

Scrolling graves where our real selves died

Every heartbeat locked in a countdown chain

Priceless moments dumped down the digital drain

We chase that spark like a drug we need

Bleeding out for a ghost of a feed

We push and pull till we break our spine

Tell me, who are we trying to design?

We trade our souls for a borrowed spark

Lighting fires just to burn in the dark

Screens glow bright while the world turns numb

Chasing echoes till the heartbeat’s gone

We bite our tongues just to fit the frame

Sell our pain for a chance at fame

Truth gets skinned for the algorithm’s taste

Human bones in a digital waste

We drown in storms that we built ourselves

Dead-eyed gods of collapsing shelves

Hope runs dry and the veins run cold

What’s left now when the story’s sold?

Digital ghosts — we fade, we fade, we fade

Digital ghosts — erase, erase, erase

Can’t feel the pulse — no heartbeat left beat left

Digital ghosts — we fade, we fade, we fade

Digital ghosts — we fade, we fade, we fade

Digital ghosts — erase, erase, erase

Can’t feel the pulse — no heartbeat left beat left

Digital ghosts — we fade, we fade, we fade

Ghost mode… no soul…

Lights out… no sound…

Digital ghosts…