WHO GETS PAID? | AI Pop Punk Rock | Punk Rock Monster

Who gets paid when we fall apart? “WHO GETS PAID?” turns a noisy feed, moving beauty standards, and borrowed outrage into a sharp pop punk question: who profits from keeping us at each other’s throats? Loud guitars, a defiant chorus, and a moment of doubt before hitting share. This one looks outward—and then back at the person holding the phone. “You can buy another headline / But my head is not your home.” What helps you keep your own perspective when everything wants a reaction? Tell us in the comments. Subscribe to Punk Rock Monster for more original AI pop punk rock. 怒りもコンプレックスも、誰かの売上になっている。「WHO GETS PAID?」は、流れてくる正解や対立に振り回されながら、自分もその一部だったと気づくポップパンク曲です。 工場跡の演奏と、人との距離が少しずつ変わる情景を重ねました。画面の向こうにも、一人の人間がいる。 AI DISCLOSURE / AI制作について This song and its visuals were created with AI tools as part of an original creative production. The characters shown are fictional. この楽曲と映像用画像は、オリジナル作品としてAIツールを用いて制作しています。登場人物は架空のキャラクターです。 LYRICS What am I supposed to hate this week? Somebody send me the update! My feed says I should love my body Then tells me what I need to change There’s a price beneath the promise And a new flaw every day Every flaw becomes a product Every doubt’s another sale They keep moving what I’m chasing Then get paid each time I fail Who gets paid when we fall apart? Who sells tickets to the wreck? I’ve been giving you my mornings You’ve been standing on my neck Keep your finger off my anger I’ve got reasons of my own You can buy another headline But my head is not your home They say I’m prettier when I’m smiling Then say I smile a bit too much One photo makes me everybody’s business Since when’s my face yours to discuss? I don’t need another villain With a name I learned today I need half a conversation That you haven’t sold away Who gets paid when we fall apart? Who sells tickets to the wreck? I’ve been giving you my mornings You’ve been standing on my neck Keep your finger off my anger I’ve got reasons of my own You can buy another headline But my head is not your home I passed it on without a question I liked the way it made me right Now I’m looking at the person I was ready to dislike Who gets paid when we fall apart? Who sells tickets to the wreck? I’ve been giving you my mornings You’ve been standing on my neck Keep your finger off my anger I’ve got reasons of my own You can buy another headline But my head is not your home Who gets paid when we turn away From the people we could know? I’m done handing you the matches Then complaining when they glow I’ve got questions for the salesman There’s a person behind each post You can keep the perfect answer I’m still working on my own #PopPunk #PunkRock #AIMusic #PunkRockMonster #OriginalSong