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Dead Replies
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Rock
Dead Replies was released on July 10, 2026 by Sferoom as a part of the album Flat Fake
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Release DateJuly 10, 2026
LabelSferoom
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NØRTHERN STRINGS
NØRTHERN STRINGS
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Плиско Георгий Александрович
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Плиско Георгий Александрович
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

I scroll through a grave of thumbs
Same grin, same phrase, same dumb sums
Great post! from a hundred shells
No breath behind the keyboard spells
Dead-eyed accounts in a perfect row
Same bio blank, same fake-ass glow
I read a thread and taste machine
Every joke pre-chewed, every scream unseen
My screen fills up with rented names
A thousand masks, a thousand games
I type one line, it hits the void
No pulse in the room, just noise deployed
And the page keeps feeding
Keeps feeding me less
I can hear the vacuum
In every "yes"
I am screaming into nothing
While the dead feed keep on running
No real hands, no real blood
Just a flood of made-up love
I’m the only one breathing
In this chatroom of ghosts
I’m the only one breathing
When the whole damn world turns to smoke
That post? No human wrote that line
Just a farm of code in a borrowed mind
The caption smiles with a perfect face
But nobody lived in that empty space
Comments pile up like paper masks
Same cheap praise in identical tasks
Agree facts lol so true
All of it dressed in synthetic glue
My timeline’s a hallway with no doors
Just copied mouths on the polished floors
I pace the feed like a cage at night
And every reply feels programmed right
And the page keeps feeding
Keeps feeding me less
I can hear the vacuum
In every "yes"
I am screaming into nothing
While the dead feed keep on running
No real hands, no real blood
Just a flood of made-up love
I’m the only one breathing
In this chatroom of ghosts
I’m the only one breathing
When the whole damn world turns to smoke
Who made this room?
Who left me here?
A million voices
And none of them clear
I stare through the feed
At a face I can’t know
Every name is a machine
Every laugh is a code
I am screaming into nothing
While the dead feed keep on running
No real hands, no real blood
Just a flood of made-up love
I’m the only one breathing
In this chatroom of ghosts
I’m the only one breathing
And it hurts to be the last one
Written by: Плиско Георгий Александрович
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