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"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 • toNight #HustleCulture #PostPunk #Synthwave #SynthPunk #NewMusic #AntiWork #Burnout #AlternativeMusic #FilteredDecay #toNight