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Lyrics
Intro
I used to dream in stereo,
Now the world’s compressed,
Pixels bleed where people go,
And the silence feels like stress.
Verse 1
We were the mixtape kids, the payphone calls,
The mall-rat poets with nothing at all,
Now you scroll your heart till your fingers numb,
Selling your soul for a click and a thumb.
We had burned CDs, and a spark, and a fight,
Now it’s filters, branding, algorithms at night,
We thought the world wide web would set us free,
Guess it just tangled you and me.
Pre-Chorus
Hey, are you out there, or are you gone?
Your voice got lost in a digital song,
I’m still humming through the static haze,
Just trying to feel something these days.
Chorus
What happened to the noise, the raw, the real?
We traded pain for the way we “feel,
But I can’t taste the truth in a glowing screen,
And nothing hurts, but nothing’s clean.
Disconnected generation,
Drowning in automation,
We built a world that doesn’t heal,
What happened to the noise, the raw, the real?
Verse 2
We raged in flannel, we cried in bands,
Turned heartbreak into open hands,
We believed we’d grow, we’d change the tide,
But the river dried up while we tried to hide.
Now the kids don’t talk, they type their rage,
Scrolling life like a caged-in page,
We screamed Smells Like Teen Spirit at the wall,
Now no one’s listening at all.
Bridge
You said the future would be bright,
But the neon flickers in the endless night,
All this progress, all this pain,
And somehow it feels the same again.
I miss the click when you picked up the line,
The sound that said, You’re still alive,
Now it’s all blue light and subtle decay,
And no one looks up anyway.
Chorus
What happened to the noise, the raw, the real?
We traded pain for the way we “feel,
But I can’t taste the truth in a glowing screen,
And nothing hurts, but nothing’s clean.
Disconnected generation,
Drowning in automation,
We built a world that doesn’t heal,
What happened to the noise, the raw, the real?
Outro
I keep dialing tone to tone,
But no one’s home.
Maybe we broke what we tried to save,
Left our hearts inside the microwave.
Hey are you out there?
Hey are you still real?
