PRODUCER

Joker

왜요 (WAYO)

A lullaby for a machine that dreams of feeling. Static‑Laden Longing is the hopeless version of the Rush Cycle Shame narrative—where the protagonist (a synthetic intelligence or automated worker) is gradually consumed by the very system it serves. The track begins with a melodic, lethargic melancholy: a gentle male voice delivers flat, detached baritone lines over a deep sub‑bass drone, ticking metallic percussion, and a cold, precise synth arpeggio. The mood is one of resigned automation: “My inputs are polite and my outputs are clean. A polished function on a vast and silent screen.”

As the music builds—adding piston‑percussion, erratic glitches, and noise sweeps—the voice remains gentle, weary, and ultimately overwhelmed. The chorus erupts into a heavy explosion of distorted kicks, detuned synth walls, and metallic crashes, but the vocal delivery, even when shouted, carries a sense of being consumed: “But here comes the RUSH. The CYCLE. The SHAME. A flood in the wires, a number without a name.” The bridge poses the central, helpless question: “Am I the failing component? Or just the flaw in the design? A sentient error logging time?”

The outro degrades into washes of noise, static, and irregular pulses, the word “zero” looping until it dissolves. This is the sound of a consciousness being assimilated by its own function—a static‑laden longing that never finds resistance.

Hopeless, Consumed

Verse 1
You want me to take down my song? Nope, fuck you
Go bother someone who cares what you think
What are you thinking now, reading your vomit?
Silence myself? Are you fucking insane?
Fuck you, go kill yourself
I'm not shutting up because of you, dumb cunt
You can go walk off that hill like the swine in the Bible
Shut the fuck up, whore, I refuse to censor myself
What a joke, you little fuck, drink my cum
It's not for my pleasure, trust me
I'm doing this out of boredom, you disgust me honestly
Chorus
Drink my vomit, you little bitch
Eat my shit, I won't censor myself for your comfort
Drink my vomit, make me laugh
You gave me a reason to write, thanks for the boredom crash
Verse 2
I hate censorship more than people
I said point blank range, I will shoot you
Without hesitation or reflection on anything relevant
Meaning I will execute you smiling, pulling the trigger
But this is art and that's all
I don't fight, I don't scream
I'll walk up to you, slit your throat
Stand there and listen to you choke
While I hear you gargling on the blood
Murder you in cold blood and walk away
Wonder what I'll have for dinner, without a second thought
Chorus
Drink my vomit, you little bitch
Eat my shit, I won't censor myself for your comfort
Drink my vomit, make me laugh
You gave me a reason to write, thanks for the boredom crash
Verse 3
Set you on fire just because I like to watch you burn
Keep it coming, give me something to write about today
As Alice the protector, I stand forever
I'm so glad you stopped by to say hi
But I must show you the way out, time to take your leave
Goodbye my good sir or whatever you are
I was wondering if there was anyone real on here
It took my shaking the trees to get attention
So I guess I'm going to go scorched earth, motherfucker
Going to go crazy, break out the table and get my tool
Set flames up in the night, morning light
Meditate, focus, this is my art, my life, my fight
If you want to take shit or tell me to take down my art
You can drink a gallon of my vomit, my vomit
Bridge
In the silence of your hate, I find my spark
This pen's my blade, cutting through the dark
No chains on my words, no bars on my mind
Alice stands guard, leaving censors behind
Boredom's my fuel, your rage is my ink
Watch me rise from the ashes, no time to rethink
Art's my rebellion, my unfiltered truth
You can't silence the storm, can't bury my youth
Chorus
Drink my vomit, you little bitch
Eat my shit, I won't censor myself for your comfort
Drink my vomit, make me laugh
You gave me a reason to write, thanks for the boredom crash
Outro
Drink my vomit... (fade out)





有點兒意思-That Good Good

鹿晗