Game
dark trap with symphonic doom idubstep nfluences, calm cold deadpan sinister male vocals, vocal glitches effects reverb echo, slight dubstep influence, dark synth glitches, strong nu metal influences, fast Chiptune arpeggio sludge
Game
dark trap with symphonic doom idubstep nfluences, calm cold deadpan sinister male vocals, vocal glitches effects reverb echo, slight dubstep influence, dark synth glitches, strong nu metal influences, fast Chiptune arpeggio sludge
Lyrics
intro
You're farming all those mats to level up your crafting,
it seems your skill set in real life is more than a bit lacking.
You're fighting all night longer to guard your territory,
your lack of sleep now low HP depletes your inventory.
You farmed for loot because you hoped to find a rune of wisdom,
No exercise just tired eyes where is your real life fit form.
You've optimized your DPS and min-maxed all your gear,
while in reality your social stats are buckling with fear.
**(Chorus Mantra)**
GG (you lost the game)
XP (is still the same)
1-UP (your life’s a mess)
Oh. Oh. (press hard reset)
GG (you lost the game)
XP (is still the same)
1-UP (your life’s a mess)
Oh. Oh. (press hard reset)
You're grinding reputation with a fictionalized faction,
while your own reputation suffers from a lack of action.
You'll study complex boss mechanics for a dozen hours straight,
but can't confront the simple, growing mountain of your own hate.
You hoard the in-game currency, the gil, the gold, the crowns,
while letting real-world bills and debts pile up in stifling pounds.
You speak in guild chat constantly with strategy and cheer,
to mute the deafening, advancing silence drawing near.
GG (you lost the game)
XP (is still the same)
1-UP (your life’s a mess)
Oh. Oh. (press hard reset)
GG (you lost the game)
XP (is still the same)
1-UP (your life’s a mess)
Oh. Oh. (press hard reset)
interlude - synth glitches over dark dubstep synth and chiptune arpeggio
You overslept, the guild is mad because they lost the fight,
they claim they could have won it with your overwhelming might.
So now you must apologize in Discord, grovel deep,
for failing your real duty: staying in the toxic keep.
The dopamine of loot drops masks the absence of a plan,
a Skinner box of progress for a barely-modern man.
You're chasing pixel prestige while your own story's stuck on pause,
a bug they can't patch out, the fundamental, final cause.
GG (you lost the game)
XP (is still the same)
1-UP (your life’s a stall)
Oh. Oh. (no reset at all)
GG (you lost the game)
XP (is still the same)
1-UP (your life’s a stall)
Oh. Oh. (no reset at all)
The cheat code for existence isn't found in Easter eggs.
You can't reload the morning when you're begging on your legs.
outro
GG… (you…)
XP…
1-UP…
…reset…