This track is a glitchy, cyber-emo anthem for a generation raised on games, group chats, and ghosted feelings. It mixes gaming metaphors, internet slang, and raw vulnerability to capture the loneliness of living digitally connected but emotionally disconnected.

Core Themes

Isolation in Digital Spaces: The narrator is "spawned in the lobby" but not part of the squad — present but excluded, vibing on the margins while others connect.

Broken Family Foundation: Parents are described as having "rage quit fast," leaving the character to seek belonging in pixels, playlists, and group chats instead of real love.

Emotional Masking: Feelings get filtered, patched, or memed over. Sadness is numbed by “lol,” emojis, or memes — ironic language replacing real expression.

Gaming & Internet Metaphors: The lyrics are loaded with gamer culture: save files, DLC, crits, Half-Life 3, cheat codes, tokens, quests. These references underline the theme of trying to find meaning in a world where relationships feel like broken mechanics.

Alienation: Repeated in the hook, the word “alien” becomes both identity and shield — the outsider who never truly belongs, even though they perform online like they’re fine.

Dark Humor & Defiance: Despite the pain, the final chorus leans on humor and escapism: the drip in the dream skin shop, the playlist that understands better than friends, the memes that mask the ache.

Tone & Style

Mood: Melancholic but witty — like scrolling through memes at 2 AM while hiding tears.

Sound: Fits a hybrid lane — emo rap, hyperpop, or alt-trap with glitchy FX, distorted vocals, and heavy 808s.

Imagery: “Press X to trust (but the button’s broken)” and “No XP for love, just trauma stats” are devastatingly simple lines that turn gamer logic into emotional truth.

⚡In short: it’s a Gen-Z heartbreak anthem about feeling like an alien in both family and friendships — funny on the outside, fractured on the inside, surviving with playlists, memes, and digital armor.
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(Verse 1)
Spawned in the lobby but I’m not on mic,
Just vibin’ alone while they squad up tonight.
Got a soul like a save file I never backed up,
Emotions got nerfed, so I mask up.

Snap a pic, filter out the void,
IRL’s patched but still feels destroyed.
Heart got ghosted in 8th grade math,
Now I laugh with a click and a lowercase “l m a o” aftermath.

(Pre-Chorus)
Mom and Dad hit the rage quit fast,
Now love’s just lore from the broken past.

(Chorus)
I’m an alien in the group chat,
Typing “lol” with a soul that’s flat.
Talk in emojis, but I feel none,
Hit me like crits when I trusted someone.
Built like DLC they forgot to drop,
Glitched in my feelings, can’t make 'em stop.
Alien…
Alien…
But at least I got drip in my dream skin shop.

(Verse 2)
She said “you good?” and I typed “yeah, bet.”
But behind the screen was a mental reset.
My playlist knows more 'bout me than friends,
Cuz I loop sad bangers ‘til the serotonin ends.

They say “love yourself” like it’s a cheat code,
But all I got’s a browser in incognito mode.
Swiped left on fate, right into the void,
Relationship goals? Nah, emotionally unemployed.

(Pre-Chorus)
Family’s a myth like Half-Life 3,
Raised by pixels and anxiety.

(Chorus)
I’m an alien in the group chat,
Snapped a smile but it don’t snap back.
Feelings got patched in a recent update,
But I’m still stuck with this low-res fate.
Built like a quest that no one tracks,
Disconnected hearts, full of syntax.
Alien…
Alien…
But I still post memes like I'm laid-back.

(Bridge – Distorted Vox FX)
“Press X to trust” —
(But the button’s broken.)
“Insert love to continue” —
(Error: token.)

(Final Chorus)
I’m an alien in the group chat,
No XP for love, just trauma stats.
Doom-scrolled hearts in a Fortnite land,
Where hugs come rare and no one holds hands.
I’m lagging behind but the stream moves fast,
Raised on cutscenes that never last.
Alien…
Alien…
But I got my playlist, and that’s a blast.

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