TRIPPΛ – BRAINWASH BUFFET | Dark Electro / Cyberpunk

Welcome to the simulation. Step inside and listen. Behind the Track: Monday morning, the scent of cheap coffee, and pure disaster. When I worked on "Brainwash Buffet," I wanted to capture that heavy, suffocating feeling of walking through a concrete jungle where everyone is sleepwalking on autopilot. It is my personal take on the modern matrix—a world full of millions where everyone is glued to their screens and completely alone. A dark, satirical look at how easily our minds get fed digital nonsense while we just stare at the floor. Turn it up, disconnect for a moment, and step out of the simulation with me. LYRICS Yeah, sit down, eat your cereal. Do what they tell you, sweetie. Right. Sure. They drew the lines before I learned to walk, Said, “Don’t ask questions, babe, just learn to talk.” Wear this, want that, keep your little head down, Get the paper, get the paycheck, wear the proper frown. Copy-paste a personality, post it for the fam, Then get mad at strangers like it’s part of the plan. We run the same lap, call the walls a parade, Then blame the next poor sucker when we’re scared. Welcome to the Brainwash Buffet, take a bite! They picked the menu, now we’re picking fights. Pointing at each other while the whole thing burns— Who the hell wrote the rules that nobody learns? We all end up dirt, that’s the punchline, babe. So why serve up hate on a silver-plated plate? You blame your neighbor for the prayers he says, Or the shade of his skin, or the clothes he wears. The news says war; the comments say, “You suck.” Everybody’s yelling, nobody gives a fuck. Doc-tri-na-tion: little lesson in who to despise, While the folks upstairs get another slice. Oops, did that thought make your forehead twitch? Eight billion people and the top stays rich. Welcome to the Brainwash Buffet, take a bite! They picked the menu, now we’re picking fights. Pointing at each other while the whole thing burns— Who the hell wrote the rules that nobody learns? We all end up dirt, that’s the punchline, babe. So why serve up hate on a silver-plated plate? We’re only here a minute, you know? All that anger… for what? Wake the fuck up. More Music here: SoundCloud:   / trippasounds   YouTube:    / @trippa-a   Idea, concept and creative direction: TRIPPΛ. Created with AI assistance. #TRIPPA #NewMusic #ElectronicMusic #IndependentArtist #MusicProducer