Filtered Decay (Office Lyric Video)

"I’m working three lives just to pay for one grave."

Filtered Decay is the breaking point. It’s the sound of the 6 AM bruise on the sky and the exhaustion of the side-hustle generation. This track peels back the "vintage chic" facade to reveal the burnout, debt, and digital despair hiding underneath. With a frantic, jittery 16th-note bassline and a vocal performance that moves from a whisper to a scream, it’s a middle finger to the "hustle" and a funeral for the American (or global) dream.

Lyric:
Six A.M. is a bruise on the sky
Brew the dust and tell another lie
The first shift ends where the second begins
Trading my marrow for original sins
I’m a spreadsheet ghost in a thrift-store suit
Harvesting the dirt for the bitter fruit
The landlord’s shadow is a heavy weight
While I curate a life that I’ve learned to hate

Click. Post. Smile for the lens
Borrowing joy from my imaginary friends
The rent is a mountain, the wallet is thin,
But look at the glow of my digital skin

I’m drowning in the hustle,
I’m burning at the wick!
They call it "opportunity," it makes me fucking sick!
I’m working three lives just to pay for one grave,
A polished little portrait of a well-behaved slave!
Burn the side-hustle! Burn the facade!
I’m tired of the grind and I’m tired of the fraud!

"Just wake up earlier," the rich man said
From a pillow of silk on a golden bed
I’m sprinting in place on a floor made of glass
Watching the years and the paychecks pass
My bank account is a hollowed-out bone
I’m a king of nothing on a cardboard throne
Stitch the rags together, call it "vintage chic"
I haven’t slept a hollow hour in a goddamn week

Scroll. Stare. Compare. Despair. Am I lazy?
Am I slow? How much further can the spirit go?

HOW MUCH FURTHER CAN I GO?

I’m drowning in the hustle, I’m burning at the wick!
They call it "opportunity," it makes me fucking sick!
I’m working three lives just to pay for one grave,
A polished little portrait of a well-behaved slave!
Burn the side-hustle! Burn the facade!
I’m tired of the grind and I’m tired of the fraud!

Filtered decay
The debt is the truth
The machine wants my youth
I’m not lazy... I’m just... Done

Album: toNight
Genre: Synth-wave / Post-Punk / Art-Punk
Suno AI

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