Static hiss on a quiet line
Whispers turned to a headline
Your breath was warm against the speaker mesh
A secret kept in binary and flesh
Now it’s a link for the vultures to click
A digital blade, surgical and quick
I hear my name in a low-fi blur
While a million eyes watch the blur occur
Oh, the voice note vendetta is live tonight
Turning our shadows into neon light
You took the soft things and made them a weapon
Watching the comments catch fire in a second
Private to public, the intimacy dies
In a viral explosion of beautiful lies
Group chat echoes in a crowded room
A slow-motion wreck, a systematic doom
You traded the truth for a spike in the feed
Sowing the chaos like a poisonous seed
Now the fans are divided, drawing their lines
Building their thrones out of our broken signs
Can’t delete the sound of a heart being flayed
In the court of the stream, the debt is paid
From a pillow talk plea to a weaponized clip
You let the whole world watch the anchor slip
Just a playback loop of a ghost
To the one who loved you the most
