Scroll Till Sunrise
B
Brian Park
male vocals
uplifting
Techno
Relentless hard techno stomper: distorted kick and rattling percussion from bar one
metallic stabs circling a tense minor riff. Verses stay clipped and percussive with spoken-sung male vocals
filtered in and out like a broken broadcast. Chorus explodes with gang shouts
octave doubles
and a wide synth lead that rides the kick. Final run ramps tempo feel with risers and glitch cuts before dropping to a single synth arpeggio under the outro vocal.
作成日：1月 10, 2026
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Blue glow on my face
Finger on repeat
Scroll like a slot machine
Chasing that tiny hit
Eyes dry
Mind wired
Heart stuck in a feedback loop
Everyone shouting their highlight reel
I’m drowning in the proof
[Chorus]
I’ve been lost in the endless feed
Trading my time for a phantom need
But I won’t break for a borrowed life
I’m logging out
I’m cutting the line
I’ve been stuck in this twisted game
Measuring worth by a stranger’s praise
But I feel my heartbeat real this time
Scroll till sunrise
Then I take back my mind
[Verse 2]
Ping
Flash
I flinch
Like a trained little trick
Thumb runs faster than my thoughts
Can’t remember what I missed
Faces blur to numbers
Love shrinks to a tiny sign
But I catch my own reflection
See a person
Not a timeline
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Air in my lungs
Feet on the ground
Turn the screen black
Hear a different sound
My name’s not a handle
My worth’s not a chart
I close one window
To open my heart
[Chorus]
Blue glow on my face
Finger on repeat
Scroll like a slot machine
Chasing that tiny hit
Eyes dry
Mind wired
Heart stuck in a feedback loop
Everyone shouting their highlight reel
I’m drowning in the proof
[Chorus]
I’ve been lost in the endless feed
Trading my time for a phantom need
But I won’t break for a borrowed life
I’m logging out
I’m cutting the line
I’ve been stuck in this twisted game
Measuring worth by a stranger’s praise
But I feel my heartbeat real this time
Scroll till sunrise
Then I take back my mind
[Verse 2]
Ping
Flash
I flinch
Like a trained little trick
Thumb runs faster than my thoughts
Can’t remember what I missed
Faces blur to numbers
Love shrinks to a tiny sign
But I catch my own reflection
See a person
Not a timeline
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Air in my lungs
Feet on the ground
Turn the screen black
Hear a different sound
My name’s not a handle
My worth’s not a chart
I close one window
To open my heart
[Chorus]