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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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