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0a0346432d6c3d77ed090076177e4ce42246076f66827b0cb1cf5ff37a1fee6dsafePrompt:
Dead Internet Theory A blistering progressive metal opener that launches with glitch-ridden ambience and drops into hyper-complex rhythmic chaos. The guitars ascend in soaring, virtuosic solos, weaving through warped tempos and mechanical pulses. Synths hiss like broken circuitry, and drums twist through time like corrupted clockwork. The lyrics descend like a manifesto uncovered in a junked server: “Connection secured— to nothing real. Captcha gods rewrite our fate. We scroll through ghosts, obey the feed, forget the names we used to need.” The track moves like collapsing architecture—each section built and destroyed in real time. Voices phase in and out, drenched in static, layered like comment threads repeating themselves forever. The climax fuses harmony and entropy, ending in a furious blaze of guitar and machine. Chorus: “404 — Humanity Not Found We talk to wires, the silence is loud Scroll, obey, believe, delete Dead Internet Theory: complete.”
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The image captures a man standing alone in a dark, pink-hued environment, with a moon in the background. He appears to be the focal point of the scene, surrounded by a sense of mystery and intrigue. The man's posture and expression convey a sense of solitude and contemplation, as if he is lost in thought or reflecting on the world around him. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of introspection and reflection, inviting the viewer to consider the deeper meaning behind the scene.
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Title: Dead Internet TheoryTags: virtuosic guitar solos, male vocals, soaring, progressive metal, metal, glitch ambience, rhythmic, glitch, complex[Verse] Connection severed Truth erased Digital tombs Where lies are placed Echoes scream through broken wires Synthetic souls fuel dead desires [Verse 2] Captcha gods They watch They lie Rewriting fate beneath the sky Fragments of thought Corrupted stream Reality fades A fractured dream [Chorus] Lost in circuits A hollow sprawl Voices whisper Yet say nothing at all The void consumes It speaks in code Existence loops A crashing node [Bridge] Glitching pulse Time falls apart Mechanical heartbeats A dying art Infinite scroll The abyss stares back Reality hacked Under attack [Verse 3] Eyes that see But cannot perceive Trapped in the web We cannot leave Patterns distort The system's decay Humanity lost in digital fray [Outro] Connection secured To nothing real Ghosts of the net Their fate is sealed Binary gods Their throne of deceit A shattered world Our doom complete