Not A Love Song

Quick Trigger - (1994) Tagless Tees - Click Into Place [S01]

Proficient to the Day

Change Your Mind

Turbo Hearts

Divine Truth

Power Play

Genre: Alternative Rock / Edm-Infused Alt-Rock / Satirical Rock
Description: A Sarcastic, High-Energy Alt-Rock Track With Edm Flourishes. It Lampoons Modern Outrage Culture, Petty Social Conflicts, And Absurd Drama. Distorted Guitars, Glitchy Synths, And Punchy Percussion Back The Satirical, Theatrical Delivery, While Melodic Hooks Balance Chaos With Accessibility.

Style Of Music: Satirical Alt-Rock With Pop-Punk Energy, Cinematic Guitar Riffs, Glitchy Synth Layers, Edm-Infused Drops, Layered Vocals, And Playful Melodic Hooks.

Offended

Mushroom girl, you wake the dead. 🍄

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
I see you rising from the forest floor
Cap like violet, wide and worn
Your skin shifts color when the wind blows through
Tell me where you came from, who made you

[Pre-Chorus]
Dancing on your stem so thin
Oh, you're pulling me in

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead
Oh, you wake the dead

[Verse 2]
Your eyes are hollow but they see too much
Visions streaming when our fingers touch
Did you grow here or just appear one day?
In the morning mist you fade away

[Pre-Chorus]
Spinning on your roots so deep
Oh, you make me weep

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead
Oh, you wake the dead

[Bridge]
I watch you change from girl to bloom
Your spores fill up this tiny room
You speak in colors, breathe in time
Your mycelium wraps around my mind
Around my mind, ohhhhhh

[Verse 3]
When you dance the earth splits at your feet
Ancient wisdom in your heartbeat
You're not human but you understand
Take me with you to your fungus land

[Pre-Chorus]
Swaying with your arms spread wide
Oh, I'm on your side

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead

[Outro]
You wake the dead
You wake the dead

Spore Dancer

Kill Me today

I keep the volume low.
Your ghost still pings sometimes,

I scroll for warmth in plastic light,
each face repeats the same good night.
No blood, no pulse, just patterned waves,
we’re data ghosts pretending grace.

I feel your name behind the screen,
it fades before it ever breathes.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We dream in numbers, sleep in codes,
love translated into modes.
Your typing stops — that’s how I know
the algorithm let you go.

I see your shadow in the scroll,
too perfect to be whole.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We are the crowd,
we are the code.
Lonely together,
never alone.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Erase the silence, fake the sin,
love me once before I begin.

The page refreshes,
and I’m gone again.


Change Your Mind

Lucas Frota