Count the cracks on my bedroom wall  
Scrolling through a world that doesn’t care at all  
Coffee’s cold, but the rent is high  
Everyone’s depressed, but we laugh online  

Is this living or just waiting?  
Talk is cheap, but bills keep raising  
Smile for photos, hide the mess  
Nothing’s simple, nothing’s less  

I wear the mask that the office loves  
Nine to five, I’m a pair of gloves  
Weekend hits and I fall apart  
Dancing drunk with a broken heart  

Is this living or just waiting?  
Talk is cheap, but bills keep raising  
Smile for photos, hide the mess  
Nothing’s simple, nothing’s less  

Stand in line, buy the dream  
Everything’s not what it seems  
Look inside, there’s no cure  
Life’s a joke, but I’m not sure  

Is this living or just waiting?  
Talk is cheap, but bills keep raising  
Smile for photos, hide the mess  
Nothing’s simple, nothing’s less  

I count the cracks on my bedroom wall  
Scrolling through a world that doesn’t care at all  
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Count the cracks on my bedroom wall

Is this living ? (Indie Pop reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Is this living ? (Indie Pop reload)

Terminalose