
Big Brother
richardhead· 3:57 · 34 plays · v3-preview
- backing vocals
- trap [edm]
- electronic
- electropop
- melodic dubstep
- electronic trap
- 2020s
- experimental hip hop
- experimental pop
- experimental electronic
- indie pop
- art pop
- pop rock
- dream pop
- dance pop
- post-punk
- lo-fi
- lo-fi pop
- lo-fi hip hop
- late night lo-fi
- glo-fi
- avant-garde pop
- duet
- avant-garde
- future bass
- futurepop
- futuristic
- experimental
- post-punk revival
- indie rock
- future beat
- phonk
- drift phonk
- rare phonk
- phonk house
- trap metal
- dark trap
- hybrid trap
- post-hardcore
- aggressive
- heavy
- drums (drum set)
- double bass
Lyrics
Intro
I blink, the numbers rise
A silent judge inside my eyes
Every step, a counted cost
Did I choose this? Or was I lost?
Verse-1
Each word I speak gets ranked and weighed
A hidden score that never fades
I reach for help, the system slows
It knows the doubt that I conceal
I help a friend, but points don’t move
The algorithm stays aloof
I wish for grace, it doesn’t hear
Just cold math echoing my fear
Pre-Chorus
The walls feel tighter when I speak
The air grows thin when I don’t meet
The metrics that I can’t control
Chorus
Karma points, they paint my sky
Invisible hands decide if I fly
I’m punished for the sins I can’t recall
Are these chains real, or did I build them all?
Karma points, they steer my fate
A ghostly court that never waits
I blame the system, hide the truth
But maybe I designed this cruel booth
drop
Points drop, reality bends
I’m trapped inside the code I penned
Verse-2
I smile at strangers, points stay low
I break a rule, the streets turn cold
I try to hide, the sensors know
My every move, a data show
I beg for mercy, silence grows
The numbers climb, the world withdraws
I thought I was the one judged
But maybe I’m the judge, not judged
Pre-Chorus
The walls feel tighter when I speak
The air grows thin when I don’t meet
The metrics that I can’t control
Chorus
Karma points, they paint my sky
Invisible hands decide if I fly
I’m punished for the sins I can’t recall
Are these chains real, or did I build them all?
Karma points, they steer my fate
A ghostly court that never waits
I blame the system, hide the truth
But maybe I designed this cruel booth
drop
Points drop, reality bends
I’m trapped inside the code I penned
Breakdown
Who’s watching me? Who’s counting down?
Is this my fault, or system’s crown?
I feel the weight, but can’t see hands
Am I the prisoner, or the plan?
Bridge
Every choice I make gets logged
A future built on what I wrought
I scream for help, the silence grows
The score climbs high, the world withdraws
Rap-Verse
Yo, I step and the sensors click
Every move gets logged, no slip
I try to hide, but they track my breath
Wait—no, I said no breath, so—
I try to hide, but they track my step
Every sin gets counted, no net
I help the weak, but points don’t lift
The algorithm’s cold, no gift
I break a rule, the streets turn numb
The score climbs high, the world goes dumb
I beg for mercy, silence roars
The system knows my deepest fears
I thought I was the one judged wrong
But maybe I wrote this cruel song
I’m both the victim and the priest
The judge, the jury, and the beast
The code I built now chains my soul
Did I design this, or was I sold?
The points drop low, the world bends deep
I’m trapped inside the code I keep
Chorus
Karma points, they paint my sky
Invisible hands decide if I fly
I’m punished for the sins I can’t recall
Are these chains real, or did I build them all?
Karma points, they steer my fate
A ghostly court that never waits
I blame the system, hide the truth
But maybe I designed this cruel booth
drop
Points drop, reality bends
I’m trapped inside the code I penned
Outro
The numbers fade, but I still feel
The weight of choices, real or fake
I blame the system, hide the pain
But maybe I designed this chain
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