Fucked-up World☠️
A 132 BPM tech-house track launches with a punchy four-on-the-floor kick, crisp hi-hats, and a deep, rolling bassline, Verses feature sparse, percussive synth stabs and groove rhythms, male vocals, and aggressive leading, The drop unleashes a bold, infectious synth hook, amplifying intensity over shifting percussion and an energized low end
Fucked-up World☠️
A 132 BPM tech-house track launches with a punchy four-on-the-floor kick, crisp hi-hats, and a deep, rolling bassline, Verses feature sparse, percussive synth stabs and groove rhythms, male vocals, and aggressive leading, The drop unleashes a bold, infectious synth hook, amplifying intensity over shifting percussion and an energized low end
Lyrics
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Do you think when we die, we take something with us?
Nah.
We leave it all here.
The pain. The hate. The noise.
So listen close.
I wake up every morning, and I stare at the ceiling.
Fighting off the pressure and this fucked-up feeling.
The news is full of liars, the streets are full of snakes.
I’m swimming in a river full of fucking mistakes.
They tell you, "Get a job," and, yeah, "Go and get a life."
But the system is a husband beating on his wife.
It’s abusive, it’s elusive, it’s a fucking charade.
And I’m tired of the debt that never gets paid.
Fuck the landlord knocking at the crack of dawn.
Fuck the happy little lawn that I never sat on.
Fuck the smile on the faces of the people who pretend.
That this misery we are living in is ever going to end.
It’s a fucked-up world and a fucked-up place.
I’m sick of running in this fucking rat race!
Fuck the past, fuck the future, fuck the here and now.
I’m trying to keep it calm, but I don’t know how!
Yeah, fuck the silence and fuck the noise.
Fuck the leaders treating us like little broken toys!
Hands in the air if you feel the same way.
Fuck tomorrow, man, we’re living for today!
And look at these connections, digital and cold.
Selling fucking souls before they even get old.
You scroll through the feed, seeing nothing but the fake.
How much more of this plastic can a human being take?
Fuck the algorithm telling me what I should see.
Fuck the mirror reflecting what I’m never going to be.
I got a heart full of petrol and a mind full of sparks.
Trying to navigate the city when it’s totally dark.
Fuck the friends who only call when they need a buck.
And when you’re down in the dirt, they don’t give a fuck!
It’s survival of the fittest, yeah, survival of the cruel.
And if you play by the rules, you’re just a fucking fool.
They say money talks... well, it’s screaming in my ear.
Fuck the hope.
Fuck the fear.
I said, "Fuck the patience, I am done waiting in line!"
This is my life! This is my fucking time!
It’s a fucked-up world and a fucked-up place.
I’m sick of running in this fucking rat race!
Fuck the past, fuck the future, fuck the here and now.
I’m trying to keep it calm, but I don’t know how!
Yeah, fuck the silence and fuck the noise.
Fuck the leaders treating us like little broken toys!
Hands in the air if you feel the same way.
Fuck tomorrow, man, we’re living for today!
Yeah.
Fuck it all.
Just let it burn.
This is real life.
No fucking filter.