This track explores the dark side of fame — the isolation, the guilt, and the way public judgment destroys private lives. It’s the story of a man unraveling under the spotlight, where shame becomes entertainment and no one stops to ask why.
🎵 This is an original song created through a creative process combining digital production tools and artistic direction.
The instrumental was crafted entirely using modern music production software, designed from scratch to support the mood and style of the vocals.
The vocals were digitally generated and enhanced using AI-based vocal modeling to capture a tone loosely inspired by a specific vocal style — not an imitation or replica.
There is no use of any real artist’s voice, nor any official collaboration or endorsement involved.
📌 The title includes “Artist Name Inspired” to reflect the musical and vocal influence behind the track. Seeing the artist’s name in the title may also subconsciously lead some listeners to perceive the voice as being closer to that artist — even though it is not, as is the case with this song.
🖼️ The image shown may further reinforce that perception, creating a natural illusion through the combination of sound and visuals — but this is purely artistic and not factual.
🎧 This project is also an artistic experiment exploring how audio and visual cues influence human perception.
It is a fan-made, AI-assisted original creation — lyrics, vocals, and instrumental design all built entirely from scratch.
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Lyrics:
Hmm... They point the lens, my life on display,
The world demands I cross that line today,
A throne on screen, but I’m broken inside,
Public’s screaming loud, where do I hide?
(Where?...)
Uuh... Hearts race when I'm numb with the shame,
Uuh... They don't see the man beneath the name.
Prime time shame, I’ll eat my pride,
(My pride),
Prime time shame, there's blood inside,
(Inside),
They watch, they feed on every lie,
(Yeah, every lie),
Prime time shame, no one asks why.
(No one...)
(Uhh...)
They say I’m hero, say I’m vile,
One brutal act across the dial,
My wife’s tears drop behind closed doors,
Her love’s not enough for this war.
(Not enough...)
Uuh... All for 10 seconds of fame,
Uuh... A cruel art in their game,
I bowed to this digital throne,
Now this crown is flesh and bone.
Prime time shame, I’ll eat my pride,
Prime time shame, there's blood inside (Inside),
They watch, they feed on every lie,
Prime time shame, no one asks why.
(No one...)
Uuh... Prime time shame (Prime time shame),
Uuh... (Prime time shame),
I'm numb with the shame (I'm numb with the shame)...
Uuh...
Prime time shame, I’ll eat my pride (My pride),
Prime time shame, heartbreak on ice (Ice),
They shout “victory” while I hide (While I hide),
Prime time shame, my soul’s defied. (It has been defied...)
Uuh... (Prime time shame),
Uuh... (Prime time shame),
I'm numb with the shame (I'm numb with the shame)...
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