Lyrics
Coins hit the slot, another Friday night
Neon's preaching that I'm doing fine
Joystick fever, dopamine high
Same old loop, but I don't mind
Glitches in my head, reflections on repeat
The more I lose control, the better it feels to cheat
Broken arcade, flashing like a dream
8-bit thunder running through my stream
Stuck in the groove where the fake feels right
I keep on playing till I see the light
High score's glowing, ego on display
I'm the king of nothing, but I like the play
Power-ups calling, sweet little lies
Just another fix in pixel disguise
Time bends backwards, colors melt away
The rules don't matter, I still press play
Voices in the static whisper my name
I'm not escaping — I am the game
Broken arcade, flashing like a dream
8-bit thunder running through my stream
Stuck in the groove where the fake feels right
I keep on playing till I see the light
Yeah, broken arcade — and I love the glitch
