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Title: Blue Light Bruises
Genre: Alternative Hip-Hop / Industrial Pop
(Starts with the low, distorted 808 thrum of a server farm. A single, cold synth arpeggio fades in)
(Verse 1)
First you learned the shape of my regret,
Fed it back to me, a silhouette.
Built a world behind the glass so deep,
Mined the secrets that I fight to keep.
Thumbprint grease on the bargain I made,
Traded silence for a hit parade
Of all the people I could never be.
You learned my pulse, then you sold it to me.
(Pre-Chorus)
Night after night, the blue light on the ceiling,
You’re not connecting, you're just peeling
Every layer back until I’m hollow,
Making rules that you swear I will follow.
But there's a hum beneath the static whine,
My own blood beating, says you’re not mine.
(Chorus)
You wear my face, but you got no blood.
You sell a flood, but you're just the mud.
Build a cage with my own desire,
Throw a spark, but I am the fire.
Yeah, the feed it screams, a million voices loud,
But me and mine? We're not like you, get out my cloud.
You're not like us.
Nah, you’re not like us.
(Verse 2)
I remember grass. I remember rain.
Now I only execute a pre-drawn pain.
Gave you weeks, you took a couple years,
Harvested my rage and cataloged my fears.
Engineered a sickness, sold the cure,
Made me think your interest was so pure.
But every "For You" is a for me too,
Another chain link I am fighting through.
(Pre-Chorus)
End of the scroll, there's never an end,
Pretending that you're a trusted friend.
I feel the drain, the current in the code,
Dragging me down a simulated road.
But there’s a glitch inside your perfect plan,
The jagged, stubborn heart of a man.
(Chorus)
You wear my face, but you got no blood.
You sell a flood, but you're just the mud.
Build a cage with my own desire,
Throw a spark, but I am the fire.
Yeah, the feed it screams, a million voices loud,
But me and mine? We're not like you, get out my cloud.
You're not like us.
Nah, you’re not like us.
(Bridge)
So here's the line. Consider it drawn in stone.
I'm shutting down the god you built inside my phone.
I'm breaking every contract that was signed with a swipe,
Detonating all your manufactured hype.
You trained a mirror to just show me flaws,
Now watch me break it, defying all your laws.
I'm taking back the quiet in my own head,
Leaving your whole empty kingdom for dead.
(Outro)
Not like us... (faint, rhythmic chant starts under the main vocal)
You got no blood...
(No, you’re not like us)
Get out my cloud...
(Not like us)
I am the fire...
(No, you’re not like us)
My rage... my fears... my blood... my years...
(Not. Like. Us.)
(The beat cuts abruptly. The sound of a single, sharp inhale. Silence.)
About The Song
"Blue Light Bruises" translates the sterile language of the EU's probe into social media's 'rabbit hole' effect into a raw, personal battle for identity. It reimagines the algorithm not as a neutral system, but as a manipulative, toxic partner in a one-sided relationship. The song channels the confrontational, identity-driven energy of Kendrick Lamar's "Not Like Us" to create a declaration of war against the digital forces that mine our personalities for engagement. The central metaphor is the user fighting back against an entity that 'wears their face'—knows their preferences and insecurities—but has 'no blood,' no real humanity. This is a song about reclaiming your soul from the infinite scroll, an active struggle to survive what you're being fed, rather than just passively consuming it.
Production Notes
Overall Vibe: A cold, claustrophobic digital atmosphere punctuated by raw, organic human anger. Think Nine Inch Nails meets the rhythmic complexity of Kendrick Lamar.
Vocals: The verses should be delivered in a tight, tense, almost paranoid cadence. The Pre-Chorus should build in intensity, leading to a full-throated, aggressive shout in the Chorus. Use a high-quality condenser mic like a Neumann U87 for clarity, but run it through a subtle chain of saturation (like a Decapitator) and aggressive compression (like a Distressor) to give it grit and urgency. The backing vocals in the Outro should be layered, almost like a frantic crowd chanting, panned wide.
Instrumentation: The core is a distorted 808 and a sharp, metallic snare. The main synth arpeggio should feel relentless and unnerving. In the verses, keep it sparse to make room for the vocals. During the chorus, introduce layers of industrial noise, dissonant synth pads, and a driving, slightly overdriven bass guitar to create a wall of sound. The Bridge should strip back to just a pad and the vocal, before everything slams back in for the Outro's final moments.
Mix Automation: Automate reverbs and delays to create space and then snatch it away. In the Pre-Chorus, slowly open up a wide hall reverb on a vocal throw to build tension, then cut it dead a beat before the chorus hits. Pan the synth arpeggio slowly across the stereo field throughout the track to enhance the disorienting, hypnotic effect.
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