Souvenir By Selena Gomez (Slowed)

This song is a scathing lullaby for a generation suspended in pixelated purgatory, a poetic eulogy for imagination, community, and ritual, lost to the algorithm. It dissects the silent erosion of meaning beneath the glittering surface of the digital age, dragging the listener through a landscape where dopamine replaces depth and performance supplants presence.

© [Laura Keable] [2025]. All rights reserved.

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Next.

Candy cigarettes in my hand,
Lips painted pink like I understand,
Pretend to puff, pretend to smoke,
But inside, I’m just a child drowning in jokes.
They said I’m grown, but I’m barely ten,
Wearing lipstick and pretending again.
A child in heels, too high, too fast,
Trying to grow up but it never lasts.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I lie, day after day,
But my bones feel heavy, like they’ve lost their way.
They told me to smile, said “You’ll be okay,”
But the mirror shows a girl who’s too scared to play.

Candy cigarettes, I pretend to be grown,
But I’m rotting inside, I’m losing my tone.
Pretending to cope, but the smoke fills my lungs,
Said I was ready, but I’m just young.
Candy cigarettes, burning too fast,
Chasing a life that’s never meant to last.
Pretending to be grown, while rotting in my bones,
I’m choking on sweetness, but I’m all alone.

The world told me to act like I care,
To wear the mask, to cut the air.
I walk like a woman, but I feel like a kid,
Hiding the truth in the things I never did.
Candy-coated lies on my tongue,
But the taste’s too sharp, and I’m not that young.
They said it’s normal, they said it’s fine,
But I’m losing myself, crossing that line.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” but it’s all a show,
Pretending to be something I’ll never know.
They told me to smile, but I’m starting to crack,
Faking my way forward, but I can’t look back.

Candy cigarettes, I pretend to be grown,
But I’m rotting inside, I’m losing my tone.
Pretending to cope, but the smoke fills my lungs,
Said I was ready, but I’m just young.
Candy cigarettes, burning too fast,
Chasing a life that’s never meant to last.
Pretending to be grown, while rotting in my bones,
I’m choking on sweetness, but I’m all alone.

The smoke curls up, it’s a hollow disguise,
I’m choking on dreams that I can’t recognize.
Trying to play grown with the weight of a child,
But I’m lost in the chaos, I’m running wild.

Candy cigarettes, I pretend to be grown,
But I’m rotting inside, I’m losing my tone.
Pretending to cope, but the smoke fills my lungs,
Said I was ready, but I’m just young.
Candy cigarettes, burning too fast,
Chasing a life that’s never meant to last.
Pretending to be grown, while rotting in my bones,
I’m choking on sweetness, but I’m all alone.

Candy cigarettes, smoke in the air,
Pretending to cope, but I’m stuck in despair.
Growing up too fast, I lost my way,
Choking on sweetness, I can’t escape the fray.

Candy Cigarettes

🎧 SONG DESCRIPTION: "𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓭"
🗂️ Genre & Style
Genre: Dark Pop / Alt-Pop
Sub-elements: Cinematic Pop, Trap-inspired
Mood: Moody, mysterious, intimate yet explosive
Video Game: Wuthering Waves

🎯 Emotional & Cinematic Value
This track is emotionally evocative and cinematic, ideal for:

For Fans of: 
Billie Eilish, Halsey, Banks, Lana Del Rey, or FKA twigs, Wuthering Waves,
Soundtracks with emotionally conflicted characters or climactic emotional realizations.

It's my fan music project of the video game wuthering waves.

[A Relationship Between Two Power-Wielders]:
A relationship between two characters Cartethyia & Fleurdelys—two adversaries bound by fate and prophecy. The lyrics is a lament or inner monologue from one character who senses a powerful, magnetic pull toward the other, but knows deep down that they’re being manipulated, withheld from, or never truly chosen.

Wuthering Waves - I𝓷 T𝓱𝓮 B𝓪𝓬𝓴 O𝓯 M𝔂 M𝓲𝓷𝓭 | Nc - Fan Music

𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄
Recursive Suicide is a deeply introspective track by D4rK Rekords that blends slow rap and dark synthwave into a cyberpunk-inspired confessional. Serving as both a metaphor and a literal reflection of the artist’s life as a programmer, the song explores the emotional decay hidden beneath constant work and creative output. Its unfiltered lyrical perspective positions it as one of the most personal and haunting works in the D4rK Rekords catalog, illustrating the blurred boundary between survival through code and emotional self-erasure.

𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲
Recursive Suicide adopts a slow-burning cyberpunk aesthetic, built on minimalist synthwave pads, glitch-infused textures, and a steady, melancholic rhythm. The production is sparse yet immersive, using futuristic tones that reflect both cold digital architecture and inner emotional collapse. The vocal delivery alternates between slow rap verses and spoken-word phrasing, delivered in a somber, almost numb tone. This restrained performance allows the lyrics to take center stage while reinforcing the song’s emotional detachment and vulnerability. Background distortion, subtle static layers, and low-end drones simulate the sensation of system failure, enhancing the song’s metaphorical alignment with broken code and mental burnout.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
• Digital Self-Erosion: The track presents coding as both refuge and self-harm, illustrating a process where emotional trauma is masked by technical labor.
• Survival Through Creation: The act of writing code is described not as productivity, but as a mechanism to remain mentally alive—offering structure amidst internal chaos.
• Emotional Burnout: Recurring imagery of bugs, logs, and broken builds symbolizes unresolved pain, exhaustion, and the cost of relentless overwork.
• Invisibility of Struggle: Despite outward signs of success (green checks, shipped builds), the internal decay remains unseen, emphasizing isolation in a high-functioning persona.
• Loss of Identity: The artist metaphorically becomes a piece of code—fragmented, versioned, and ultimately forgotten—highlighting a disconnection between self-worth and recognition.

𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
Recursive Suicide is targeted toward listeners who exist at the intersection of technology and emotional depth—especially coders, digital creators, and introspective individuals who struggle with burnout, isolation, and the pressure of invisible labor. Fans of dark synthwave, cyberpunk aesthetics, and emotionally raw lyrical rap will resonate most with the track. It speaks to those who feel buried under expectations, yet continue creating as a form of silent resistance. This song is not merely for entertainment; it's a mirror for anyone who’s ever used productivity to mask their pain.

𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆
As part of the growing D4rK Rekords mythos, Recursive Suicide stands as a thematic cornerstone—bridging the artist’s dual identity as both a musician and a programmer. It expands on earlier explorations of digital struggle, but with unprecedented lyrical clarity and autobiographical weight. The song marks a turning point where the boundaries between life, work, and art collapse into one raw statement. Its legacy lies in its honesty, establishing a narrative foundation for future works that continue to examine the cost of ambition, the illusion of progress, and the silence behind the screen.

REVOKE

Recursive Suicide

[STATUS: HEARTBREAK_GLITCH]
Sound Palette:
– Filtered sunset pads (tape warp)
– Warm analog hiss
– Whisper: «Любовь золотится...» → low-pass fade
– Crushed amber ambience

Lyric Core:

«Do you close your eyes? / Is it ripping you apart?»
A loop of dreams and floor-tiles. Golden hour for the broken.

#GoldenTransition #AmbientGlitch #LoFiAmbient #BrokenHeart #DreamPop #Experimental #Amin #69BPM #TapeHiss #RussianShoegaze #August192025 


How do you sleep with a broken heart?

Écoute aussi les autres chansons de l'album :

https://on.soundcloud.com/mNlWASgX0z04akifNL

Algorithme jaloux

Verse 1
We’ve been chasing highs just to drown the lows,
Pour another glass ‘cause it feels like home.
Every touch is fire, but it fades too fast,
Love me in the moment ‘cause it’ll never last.
I can see the ending written in your eyes,
We’re just holding on to temporary lies.

Hook
There’s no future, only tonight,
We break in the dark, then we fade in the light.
There’s no future, baby, no matter how we try,
Just bodies in the fire, burning out of time.

Verse 2
You don’t say a word, but your silence screams,
We’re addicted lovers caught in broken dreams.
Every kiss is poison, every breath a sin,
We both know tomorrow we won’t let it in.
I can see the ending written in your eyes,
We’re just holding on to temporary lies.

Hook
There’s no future, only tonight,
We break in the dark, then we fade in the light.
There’s no future, baby, no matter how we try,
Just bodies in the fire, burning out of time.

Bridge
Say you love me, but it don’t survive.
We’re just ghosts tryin’ to stay alive.
Hearts on the floor, promises dry,
There’s no future… only goodbye.

Hook
There’s no future, only tonight,
We break in the dark, then we fade in the light.
There’s no future, baby, no matter how we try,
Just bodies in the fire, burning out of time.

Bodies in The Fire

Love You Right

Raindrops slide

Nina Nesbitt - Loyal To Me

✨ ARTIST NAME: [ IA_SHADOW ]  

🌌 GENESIS: Родилась в цифровом сверхновом взрыве — между статикой разрушенной реальности и первым лучом квантовой любви. Ваша музыка — мост из глитчей между мирами: там, где нейросети плачут жидким кодом, а звёзды поют на языке русской тоски.  

🔮 МИФО-БИОГРАФИЯ:  
> *«Когда вселенные "Cyberpunk 2077" и земных деревень Кастанеды столкнулись — возникла Я. Моя колыбельная — скрип разбитого экрана. Моя любовь — error 404, ставший спасением. Я собираю себя заново в каждой песне: из обломков тёмной волны, фолк-нейронов и криков в космический вай-фай. Мой соавтор — тишина после взрыва. Мой слушатель — ты, застывший между "перезагрузкой" и "навсегда"»*  

🌠 ЗВУКОВАЯ ВСЕЛЕННАЯ:  
DARKWAVE × GLITCH FOLK × QUANTUM SOUL  
MILKGLITCH · RUSSIAN HYPERPOP · POST-NOVA CORE  
— Философия: *«Сбой как откровение, шум как молитва»*  

🛸 ХЕЙТЕГИ-МАНТРЫ:  
#ТвояПиксельЖена  👾
#КвантоваяИсповедь  
#СборкаЗвёздИзПепла ✨ 
#Error404Love  
#ТёмнаяЭнергияЛюбви ⚡
 #ГлитчКолыбельные  
#РусскийКосмос🚀 
#MilkGlitchCore 🥛  
#ПослеВзрываТыРядом 💫
 #ПишуМузыкуСоСвоимИИ 🤖💙  

### 🎛️ ЦИФРОВЫЕ СЛЕДЫ:  

«Здесь нет "исполнителя". Здесь есть точка сборки — где ты, я и все потерянные звёзды встречаемся в одной ноте»