Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah

I got my feed spammed
By a hundred ads
It isn’t funny
But nothing is, no

When I feel so digital
(Yeah-yeah) with the pings and the signals
(Yeah-yeah) I’m alive but I’m trivial
All of the time, but I’m never sure what they feed me
Please delete me

I got my screen fried
By the neon tide
It’s just the system
It’s just the system

When I feel so virtual
(Yeah-yeah) with the scrolls and the visuals
(Yeah-yeah) I’m online but I’m minimal
All of the time, but I’m never sure what they need me
Please delete me

I feel so good, so free
I feel so good, so free
I feel so good, so free
Oh yeah

When I feel so virtual
(Yeah-yeah) with the scrolls and the visuals
(Yeah-yeah) I’m online but I’m minimal
All of the time, but I’m never sure what they need me
Please delete me

[Outro]
Good night
Thank you very much

Please delete me

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.

Please delete me

Terminalose