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Dead Pixel
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dead Pixel was released on February 27, 2026 by Olaf Bars as a part of the album Liminal Spaces
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Release DateFebruary 27, 2026
LabelOlaf Bars
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Olaf Karol Baryczka
Olaf Karol Baryczka
Synthesizer, Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olaf Karol Baryczka
Olaf Karol Baryczka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Olaf Karol Baryczka
Olaf Karol Baryczka
Producer
Filip Pniewski
Filip Pniewski
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

(I feel) I feel like a Dead Pixel, yeah
Guess I was trynna be too real with ya'll
Now what's your problem it's your pulp fiction
I misfit in your shoes
Guess you were trynna way too hard to tell me what to do
Dead Pixel, yeah
Guess I was trynna be too real with ya'll
Was suffocating in your fan fiction
Can be the bad guy too
Guess you were trynna way too hard to fix me, thanks, I'm good
Hole in a brain
Tear in a Rain
Ball with a chain
I got something in a way
Like I'm, I'm Kurt cobain
Please, entertain
I got hustle in my vein
I got side and I got main
You don't get it why so dumb
It don't matter where I'm from
Gonna make a hundred grand
Like a father like a son
You can rely on me
you won't decide for me
You cannot sign for me
This is my history
King of the dead (king of the dead)
wait until I sing in your head (sing in your head)
I'm a fucking king of the dead (king of the dead)
Dead promises, dreams, now I owe it to myself
I feel like a Dead Pixel, yeah
Guess I was trynna be too real with ya'll
Now what's your problem it's your pulp fiction
I misfit in your shoes
Guess you were trynna way too hard to tell me what to do
Dead Pixel, yeah
Guess I was trynna be too real with ya'll
Was suffocating in your fan fiction
Can be the bad guy too
Guess you were trynna way too hard to fix me, thanks, I'm good
I got a special delivery
Look in my eyes It's epiphany
What's in the box ?!
Folks, what could it be?
That's how it ends with my enemies
You don't mess with a fucking G
I'm not impressed with your jewellery
Sincerely, Mr B
Wouldn't be OG, If not GOD,
If not the old me, not the homies
I would've OD'd, you know this
So if you get it, then you show it
I'm the thing, you can't control it
I'm just sorry not sorry
You should've known it
Missing puzzle of a picture
But I dunno of which one
Missing puzzle in my ribcage
Lot of sorrow for this age
Gonna shuffle all the pieces
No role-models, no more bitches
No more chains from some wishes
Gotta play for my niches
No pressure, no diamonds
No exit, more violence
Be a lover and a rival
Rest in peace, I need some silence
I feel like a Dead Pixel, yeah
Guess I was trynna be too real with ya'll
Now what's your problem it's your pulp fiction
I misfit in your shoes
Guess you were trynna way too hard to tell me what to do
Dead Pixel, yeah
Guess I was trynna be too real with ya'll
Was suffocating in your fan fiction
Can be the bad guy too
Guess you were trynna way too hard to fix me, thanks, I'm good
Written by: Olaf Karol Baryczka
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