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Cyber Pupunha - Empty Noises (visualizer)

Empty Noises vem como uma crítica ao consumismo do vazio, onde pessoas esquecem o mundo real ao seu redor e ficam presos a conteúdos ocos das redes sociais ou mergulhados em futilidades. Cante junto: Empty Noises New phone, same void New face, same noise Scrolling lives we’ll never live Buying dreams we can’t afford Another season, binge and forget Another trend we swear we need next Tell me when did survival turn Into chasing likes for self-respect? I wake up tired before the day begins A thousand voices telling me who I should be Upgrade your life, upgrade your skin Smile for strangers who don’t even see I bend my spine to stay relevant Laugh too loud just to fit the frame Trying to please people I’ll never matter to Selling pieces of myself for nothing in exchange Why do I need what won’t fulfill me? Why do I chase what doesn’t care? Why do I bleed just to be noticed By ghosts who were never there? Tell me why we starve for approval From eyes that don’t even blink Are these needs real… Or just holes we refuse to think? Influencers selling purpose in reels Motivation quotes with no real feel “Be yourself” — sponsored lie Packaged souls with a brand-new price We trade our silence for constant noise Confuse distraction with joy Tell me — who benefits When we forget how to exist? Another drop, another must-have thing Another countdown I won’t remember I’m drowning in updates and empty wins While real life quietly withers I measure my worth in engagement Compare my pain to curated smiles When did being human stop being enough Without an audience watching my trials? I don’t need more screens to feel alive I don’t need applause to justify I’m tired of running in borrowed dreams Trying to escape the sound of me Rip it off Rip it out This hunger was never mine I was taught to want, not to feel Taught to consume, not to heal Why do I need what won’t fulfill me? Why do I chase what doesn’t care? Why do I bleed just to be noticed By ghosts who were never there? If these needs are killing my spirit Then maybe I don’t need a thing Maybe the emptiness isn’t inside me Maybe it’s everything I’m being sold to believe