[Verse 1]
Private thoughts turned public domain
Screenshots of my family name
Lebanese blood in my veins
Now they all know my pain
Studio walls had eyes
Every word monetized
Father's death on their feed
While my heart still bleeds
[Pre-Chorus]
They took my story, made it trend
Digital vultures, fake friends
Every click, every share
Acting like they really care
[Chorus]
We die in pixels, not in person
Each like and share makes it worsen
They feast on my pain for clout
While I'm trying to figure it out
We die in pixels, not in person
Each view just adds to this burden
But I'll take back what's mine
Turn this shit into my design
[Verse 2]
Producer thought he was slick
Recording tears, making it stick
Turned my grief into content
Without my f*cking consent
But I see through the game
Turn this loss into fame
Take my pain, make it art
While they tear me apart
[Bridge]
They want the raw, they want the real
But don't know how this shit feels
My culture ain't your costume
My trauma ain't your boom
Watch me flip the script
Take control of this shit
[Chorus]
We die in pixels, not in person
Each like and share makes it worsen
They feast on my pain for clout
While I'm trying to figure it out
We die in pixels, not in person
Each view just adds to this burden
But I'll take back what's mine
Turn this shit into my design
[Outro]
In these digital flames, I rise
Turn your betrayal into my prize
The Dayveil - Pixel Martyrs Lyrics
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English
[Verse 1]
Private thoughts turned public domain
Screenshots of my family name
Lebanese blood in my veins
Now they all know my pain
Studio walls had eyes
Every word monetized
Father's death on their feed
While my heart still bleeds
[Pre-Chorus]
They took my story, made it trend
Digital vultures, fake friends
Every click, every share
Acting like they really care
[Chorus]
We die in pixels, not in person
Each like and share makes it worsen
They feast on my pain for clout
While I'm trying to figure it out
We die in pixels, not in person
Each view just adds to this burden
But I'll take back what's mine
Turn this shit into my design
[Verse 2]
Producer thought he was slick
Recording tears, making it stick
Turned my grief into content
Without my f*cking consent
But I see through the game
Turn this loss into fame
Take my pain, make it art
While they tear me apart
[Bridge]
They want the raw, they want the real
But don't know how this shit feels
My culture ain't your costume
My trauma ain't your boom
Watch me flip the script
Take control of this shit
[Chorus]
We die in pixels, not in person
Each like and share makes it worsen
They feast on my pain for clout
While I'm trying to figure it out
We die in pixels, not in person
Each view just adds to this burden
But I'll take back what's mine
Turn this shit into my design
[Outro]
In these digital flames, I rise
Turn your betrayal into my prize
Private thoughts turned public domain
Screenshots of my family name
Lebanese blood in my veins
Now they all know my pain
Studio walls had eyes
Every word monetized
Father's death on their feed
While my heart still bleeds
[Pre-Chorus]
They took my story, made it trend
Digital vultures, fake friends
Every click, every share
Acting like they really care
[Chorus]
We die in pixels, not in person
Each like and share makes it worsen
They feast on my pain for clout
While I'm trying to figure it out
We die in pixels, not in person
Each view just adds to this burden
But I'll take back what's mine
Turn this shit into my design
[Verse 2]
Producer thought he was slick
Recording tears, making it stick
Turned my grief into content
Without my f*cking consent
But I see through the game
Turn this loss into fame
Take my pain, make it art
While they tear me apart
[Bridge]
They want the raw, they want the real
But don't know how this shit feels
My culture ain't your costume
My trauma ain't your boom
Watch me flip the script
Take control of this shit
[Chorus]
We die in pixels, not in person
Each like and share makes it worsen
They feast on my pain for clout
While I'm trying to figure it out
We die in pixels, not in person
Each view just adds to this burden
But I'll take back what's mine
Turn this shit into my design
[Outro]
In these digital flames, I rise
Turn your betrayal into my prize
Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC