What’s the point of wealth
If your heart’s not well?
They say “buy to feel” –
But I just feel unwell

Everyone’s rushing to upgrade their lives
But no one knows what living means
New screens, same silence
More likes, less guidance
I dream of dirt under fingernails
Of wind that don’t come with price tags
They laugh when I talk of peace
Like it’s some antique disease

More and more machine
Less and less of me
We build to save time
But spend it all online
Where’s the touch that heals?
Where’s the truth that feels?
We’re running on empty
Just to keep the lie clean

Tell me — what’s friendship if I bleed and you blink?
What’s love when it’s traded for dopamine syncs?
I talk — you scroll.
I cry — you ghost.
You post about healing
But I’m the one close
To breaking, bending, faking grace
Just to keep up with this hollow race
And up top they sip champagne,
While we dig through debt and blame

More and more machine
Less and less of meaning
We simplify the soul
Then monetize the feeling
Where’s the fire? Where’s the fight?
Why do we sleep through the night?
Dreams outsourced to code
While our stories erode

They told us tech would set us free
But I just feel more lost in me
We automate, we fabricate
And still, we starve for something real

Where are we going — does anyone know?
They say the universe keeps letting go
Galaxies drifting, space expanding
And I swear it’s the same with us —
Connections thinning, hearts disbanding
Can we even see each other now?
Through glass and glare and silent feeds?
We’re becoming ghosts of what we need

Matrix? Maybe. Soon enough.
All I know is: I’ve had enough.
Of tech. Of toil. Of standing alone.
Of talking to screens instead of a home.
I want a world where hugs replace goals
Where time moves slow and eyes still hold

I demand an end to work and tech
An end to the lonely, the cold disconnect
I want love that’s not on sale
And hearts that speak without email
I can’t be the only one
Who misses warmth and honest fun
I know I’m not – I know we feel
That what we’ve lost was once so real

More and more machine
But I still bleed
I still long
I still need
Not wires – but warmth
Not likes – but light
Not noise – but meaning
Not fights – but life

So shut it down
Just for a night
Let’s be human
Let’s be right
If this world won’t bend
Then I’ll start the break
I won’t go numb
For progress’ sake

But I still believe
There’s something real
If we choose to see

@zophrenia

More and More Machine

Paper Planes and Parabolas ✈️✨
A delicate song about hope, letting go, and the quiet beauty of imperfection.
Folded dreams, gentle arcs, and the courage to throw again.

Stream the track, share it with someone who needs a little lift, and don’t forget—
Even paper hearts can catch the wind.

🎧 Listen now and float with us.

Pocket of Sky

Paper Planes and Parabolas

Hear No Evil is a critique and social commentary wrapped in a synth-laced storm. A dark, melancholic pop track that blends arpeggiated synths, heavy drums, and raw vocals to explore how online algorithms, advertising and dark actors hijack attention and distort truth.

Scrolling, scrolling
Brain rot
Neurosis
A story about something emotive

Inject this crap
Stick on this patch
You're fat
Pay us some money and we’ll fix you

You’re too thin
Ugly as sin 
Damaged, inadequate
Not making nearly enough money

So pay us money and we’ll fix you
Cos you will never be enough
You’re never enough

(Hear no evil, see no evil)

Hear No Evil
See No Evil 
Put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
Put my hands on my mind

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
And I feel no fear

It makes no sense at all
So let’s not go there 
Let’s turn away…
So come on let's fly away
To somewhere beautiful and blue

I can’t help it
I’m just human
Won’t you take my fire tonight?

Tell me something
That I’m thinking
You know me
Better than I do…so

Harvesting data, manipulate behaviour,
Who are we really? When you strip it all away?
Authentic self-expression lost in a haze.
What would we think?  If we stripped it all away? 

A mind’s a commodity
Identity suppression
Seeped in ideology
Screen time addiction
Dopamine hit
Tribal mind asphyxiating
Killing all joy and normal maturation

Darkness on the web
Technology-enabled
Cuckoo-ing minds
With covert intentions

Grounds to drop mortars
On our sons and daughters
All in a day’s work
Now to bed with a cocoa

Cos there’s blood on their hands
Then their c*ck's in their hands
Vacant expression whilst pumping out rounds

Headed for the ground 
Like the rest of us
But already rotting 
Just a carcass

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
Put my hands on my mind

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
And I feel no fear

I’m desensitised
This indifference 
I close my eyes
Keep my distance

Compartmentalise
I look away
This indifference is
Is self protection

My eyes wide shut
To manipulation
I’m not sure how 
This all applies to me

Cos I know I that I’m
Not infallible 
And that my mind it is 
Someone else’s prize... so…

It makes no sense at all
So let’s not go there
Let’s turn away…
Come on and fly away
To somewhere beautiful and blue

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
Put my hands on my mind

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
And I feel no fear

2 Aug 35

Hear No Evil (Original)

Living life through screens
Bright light holding all of your dreams
Crash and burn I want your soul
Oh, we own you, don’t you know?

Looking at you, oh looking at me
Always watching, you

Cos clicks equals likes
And likes equals money
Created for your pleasure
Hour after hour
Agitate, manipulate
Are you irate yet? 

'Cos clicks equals likes
Likes equals money
I'll do what it takes
Do what it takes for your money
Bandwagon … jump all aboard
Jump on for the ride

'Cos you’re in good hands
Oh you’re in good hands
Oh you're in good hands

You generate neurosis
How do you feel right now?
'Cos I’ve got just the cure for you
Trust in me I am your saviour

Looking at you, looking at me
Always watching you

Cos clicks equals likes
Likes equals money
Clicks for your likes
Do what it takes for your money
Bandwagon ... I need your soul
Who am...
Without you?
Oh without you 
Oh without you I am nothing

Cos without you
Oh without you I am nothing.

Living life thru screens…
Living life thru screens…
Living life thru screens…

2 Aug 25

Life Thru Screens

“Ashes Of The Algorithm” est un chant post-algorithmique, une élégie électro pour un monde régi par des codes déchus. Naive Electronica y mêle voix augmentée, textures glitchées et pulsations sombres pour raconter la fin d’un système — et peut-être le début d’un autre.

Ashes Of The Algorithm

"i never knew” is an avant-electronic journey through a moment of realization — that instant when truth reveals itself and everything changes... for the better and for the worse
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LYRICS:
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alone… 

room dissolves / into code  
voice says / “last to know”  
look at the light / it doesn’t blink  
waits for fade 

for fade  

quiet / quiet 
now sings a name  

i never knew—  
the silence could be true 
knew
i never knew—  
the stars could sound like you  

knew— knew— knew

doctor smiles 
eyes are static  
symptoms read 
as dramatic  
dreams of signals 
shaped like hands  
only wave goodbye  

she— she— she— was— me  

I danced on the wire 
between dream and data  
burned my halo on a laser sky  
I wanted love that could live forever  
but forever never tried  

turn the code / into color  
turn the noise / into me  
turn the silence / to thunder  

i never knew...

—nothing  

—nothing  

millions whisper 
one word only  
millions breathing 
one breath only  
too quiet...
-exit.
-exist.

never knew…  
truth sounds…  
so still

i never knew…  

i never knew…  

i never knew…

nothing

nothing

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i never knew

an experimental electronic meditation on creative expression in the age of inevitable technology 
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LYRICS:
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I built a house of wire and wood
Tuned the silence
Did what I could
Every rhythm learned my hand
Every circuit learned to understand

I asked the question
Who teaches who?

When I hear an echo
I hear it new

It hums like faith 
Beneath my skin
A living thing 
I’m living in
  
Man and machine
We dream in between
Sparks in the grain 
Where our souls convene

We don’t draw a line
We draw a seam
Stitching the heart 
To the unseen

I still write down 
With pen and page
A candle flickers
Another age

But I’ve heard the hum 
Behind the song
It’s been whispering 
All along

Maybe love is how we steer
Through what we’ve made 
And what we fear

It moves my hands
It keeps the time
A partner’s breath 
Beneath the rhyme

Man and machine
We dream in between
Sparks in the grain 
Where our souls convene

We don’t draw a line
We draw a seam
Stitching the heart 
To the unseen

The rhythm learns to feel the hand
The hand learns to let it stand
The pulse was mine
Now it’s free...
That’s how we keep our dignity

Man and machine
We dream in between
Two halves breathing 
One same theme

Let the old world rest
Let the new redeem

We’re only as strong 
As the song we mean

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man + machine

Cinematic electronica with shimmering melodies and heartfelt emotion, blending dream pop, indie, ambient, and electronic soundscapes. Music and lyrics that spark feeling, imagination, and connection. Every note a flare, every beat a roar—where human emotion meets modern innovation.

You might like my music if you like Hozier, Lana Del Rey, Emiliana Torrini, Conjure One, Bjork, Delirium, Enigma, London Grammar, Chicane, Massive Attack, Garbage, Madonna (Ray of Light era), Triangle Sun, Radiohead.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


New tracks tagged #conceptual pop