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Punch Clock Prophets

3Hip-Hop/Rap2025

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Covid-19 adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Purgatorio Studio tarafından 30 Mayıs 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıRhythms Against Nature

AlbümRhythms Against Nature

30 Mayıs 2025

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Valence

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[Hook – Slow, Haunting, Emotional]

They were born into the storm, never saw clear skies,

Face in a screen, tears behind eyes.

Can’t play ball ‘cause the bills too high,

No team, no field, just Wi-Fi.

Locked in rooms while the world went mad,

TikTok truth and a glitchy class.

Tryna grow up, but nothin' feels right—

Kids ain't kids, they just learn to fight.

[Verse 1 – The Pandemic Generation]

Zoom school days, pajama-bottom shame,

No more snow days, just lag in the frame.

Birthday parades from the back of a car,

Hugs replaced with emojis and hearts.

Parents stressed, lay-offs and rent,

Whole house quiet, but the energy’s spent.

No prom, no recess, no hallway crew,

Just Reddit threads and YouTube truth.

They learned how to mute more than just sound,

Learned to fake smiles with no one around.

Learned that distance ain’t just six feet deep,

It’s the silence you carry when you can’t sleep.

[Hook – Repeat, With Extra Pain]

They were born into the storm, never saw clear skies,

Face in a screen, tears behind eyes.

Can’t play ball ‘cause the bills too high,

No team, no field, just Wi-Fi.

Locked in rooms while the world went mad,

TikTok truth and a glitchy class.

Tryna grow up, but nothin' feels right—

Kids ain't kids, they just learn to fight.

[Verse 2 – Identity & Pressure]

Everybody got a label, a flag, a stance,

But nobody’s really teachin’ how to dance.

So many boxes, no room to be free,

You twelve years old with an identity tree.

Too broke for cleats, too rich to complain,

Tryna stay sane while the internet drains.

Kids raised on memes and apocalypse news,

Anxiety pills and subscription blues.

Used to meet up, now they message in codes,

Talkin’ trauma in DMs, alone on the road.

Too young for this weight, too old to cry,

They scroll through life and wonder why.

[Bridge – Soft, Spoken Feel]

This ain’t their fault, they were handed the smoke,

Grew up on fear and government jokes.

But still they rise, in pixels and pain,

Lookin’ for light through digital rain.

[Final Hook – Stripped Down, Emotional]

They were born into the storm, never saw clear skies,

Face in a screen, tears behind eyes.

They ain’t broken, just tryin’ to survive,

In a world that forgot how to keep kids alive.

Written by: Punch Clock

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