
Replay / Restart / Me
#darkpop #spokenword #electronic #psychological #noir #emotional #cinematic #glitch Dark pop with glitchy industrial textures, distorted whispers, and spoken-word vocals ( Merdia Persona) that gradually rise into emotional intensity. Cinematic transitions mimic the stages of manipulation, isolation, and inner awakening. Basslines throb like anxiety; chorus breaks are sudden and explosive. Perfect for a psychological narrative of control and personal reclamation.

Replay / Restart / Me
#darkpop #spokenword #electronic #psychological #noir #emotional #cinematic #glitch Dark pop with glitchy industrial textures, distorted whispers, and spoken-word vocals ( Merdia Persona) that gradually rise into emotional intensity. Cinematic transitions mimic the stages of manipulation, isolation, and inner awakening. Basslines throb like anxiety; chorus breaks are sudden and explosive. Perfect for a psychological narrative of control and personal reclamation.
Lyrics
“야아~” 너 나 아니면 안돼~
지금 내가 널 만든거야~
Huh?
-
조금 상황 곤란하면,
도마뱀 꼬리 자르며 도망가기 바쁘면서,
나와의 가짜 연결고리 만들기.
“야아~” 너 나 아니면 안돼~
지금 내가 널 만든거야~
“넌, 진짜, 나 없었으면, 어쩔 뻔 했니”
입 바른 말, 악 바른 말,
가짜를 진짜마냥 앞에선 속삭이고,
뒤에선 진짜를 가짜로 만들어.
“야아~” 너 나 아니면 안돼~
“지금 내가 널 만든거야~”
-
나에게서 내 주변을 빼앗고,
내 주변에서 나를 배제하고,
나를 고립시켜, 긴장을 고조시켜.
의지 하게 만들고,
생각을 앗아가.
너의 앞에만 서면,
내 생각이 아닌,
너를 생각해, 나를 탓해.
“내 탓이야.”
“내가 이상한가.”
“내가 예민한가.”
-
너의 잘못이 커도,
그저 내 잘못이 돼.
도망가려 해도 갈 데는 없고,
맞서려 하면 주변을 의심하게 돼.
누구도 믿지 못하는 날,
그런 내가 만들어져 있어.
이제는 알지만, 알고 있지만…
그저 참고 있어.
갈 데가 없는 나니까.
회복, 해방, 자유 ...
나를 얻기 위한 나를 그리며.
회복, 해방, 자유 ...
나를 얻기 위한 나를 그리며.
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“야아~” 너 나 아니면 안돼~
지금 내가 널 만든거야~
Replay ,
Continue ,
Restart.
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(반전 파트)
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야아~, 나 너 아니어도 돼~
이제 내가 날 만들었어
너의 도마뱀 꼬리에
너의 꼬리 빼는 모습에
나도 같이 빠졌어
이제 너와는 고리를 만들지 않아
나만의 세계를 찾았고
나의 생각을 현실에 그리며
새로운 나로 자라 났어
-
너의 꼬리가 아니야
너를 향한 고민도 아니야
너와의 고생은 끝이 났어
잘린 꼬리 대신,
내 뿌리를 다시 붙잡았어
-
“야아~, 너 나 아니면 안 돼~”
Huh?
“넌 진짜 나 없었으면 어쩔 뻔 했니?”
Huh?
이제는 내가 너를 잘라 버려
-
나는 너의 도구가 아니야
더 이상 너에게 소모 되지 않아
자유를 찾았어
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“Yaa~ You can’t live without me.
I’m the one who made you.”
…Huh?
—
When pressure hits,
you drop your tail like a lizard
and run.
Then crawl back, acting like
we ever had a real bond.
“Yaa~ You can’t live without me.
I’m the one who built you.”
“What would you be without me… huh?”
Silky lies.
Sharp venom.
You whisper “truth” at my face,
then stab the real in the dark.
“Yaa~ You can’t live without me.”
“I’m the one who made you~”
—
You took my people,
pushed me out of my own world,
boxed me in
and tightened the air around me.
You made me depend,
made me forget myself,
stole my voice
one thought at a time.
When I stood before you,
my mind bent toward your shadow,
and blamed itself
just to survive.
“It’s my fault.”
“Maybe I’m the problem.”
“Maybe I’m too sensitive…”
—
Your wrongs towered,
but somehow they always fell on me.
If I ran, there was nowhere.
If I fought, I doubted everyone.
A hollowed version of me—
you sculpted that monster.
Yeah… I know it now.
Been knowing.
But silence felt safer
than any exit I had.
Recovery.
Release.
Freedom.
Sketching the version of me
that still breathes.
—
“Yaa~ You can’t live without me.
I’m the one who made you.”
Replay.
Continue.
Restart.
⸻
(Reversal Part)
Yaa~, I don’t need you anymore.
This time… I made me.
Your lizard-tail tricks,
your disappearing act—
I fell for it,
spiraled with it,
but I don’t tie myself to you anymore.
I found my own world.
Painted my mind back into place.
And I grew—
for real.
—
I’m not your tail.
Not your burden.
Not the pain you fed me.
Your cycle ends here.
Instead of your broken tail,
I’m holding my roots again.
—
“Yaa~ You can’t live without me.”
…Huh?
“What would you be without me?”
Huh?
Now I’m the one
who cuts you off.
—
I’m not your tool.
Not your battery.
Not something to drain.
I’m done being consumed.
I found my freedom.
