Scroll Until I Fade
Aggressive Brazilian phonk at 158 BPM high energy relentless drive with distorted 808 bass and metallic cowbell lead powering fast phonk drums and industrial textures in a blown-out mix with heavy clipped saturation, high-pitched female chipmunk vocals loaded with glitch artifacts delivering hypnotic loop intensity and dark dopamine spiral nightclub atmosphere of digital doomscrolling and algorithmic worship, glitch echo vocals, distorted whispers, hypnotic tones and cyber-seductive energy (tags: brazilian phonk, aggressive phonk, cowbell phonk, glitch vocals, chipmunk vocal, industrial phonk, dark phonk, dopamine spiral, digital doom, nightclub phonk, distorted 808, algorithmic trap), negative prompt: poorly mixed, lo-fi, acoustic, happy, childish, overcompressed
Scroll Until I Fade
Aggressive Brazilian phonk at 158 BPM high energy relentless drive with distorted 808 bass and metallic cowbell lead powering fast phonk drums and industrial textures in a blown-out mix with heavy clipped saturation, high-pitched female chipmunk vocals loaded with glitch artifacts delivering hypnotic loop intensity and dark dopamine spiral nightclub atmosphere of digital doomscrolling and algorithmic worship, glitch echo vocals, distorted whispers, hypnotic tones and cyber-seductive energy (tags: brazilian phonk, aggressive phonk, cowbell phonk, glitch vocals, chipmunk vocal, industrial phonk, dark phonk, dopamine spiral, digital doom, nightclub phonk, distorted 808, algorithmic trap), negative prompt: poorly mixed, lo-fi, acoustic, happy, childish, overcompressed
Lyrics
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don’t look away
Thumb flick—light hits my face
New hit—same loop, different taste
Pixels drip like cheap cocaine
Every swipe just feeds the brain
more-more-more-more
never enough
feed me the noise
inject the rush
I said one more but I lied again
Falling deep in the algorithm
I won’t stop scrolling the feed
Cowbell ringing in my dreams
I won’t stop chasing the bleed
Lost inside the glowing screen
Time melts—don’t know the hour
Battery low but I crave the power
Every clip a dopamine hit
Short loop life—can’t quit
Swipe down—reload the void
Brain fried but I’m deployed
Digital ghosts whisper “stay”
Just one more clip—okay
no exit… no sleep…
you belong to the feed
I won’t stop scrolling the feed
Even when my eyes bleed
I won’t stop—can’t concede
I am what the feed made me
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