Digital venom, I’m breathing the mercuryTalking in frequencies, you cannot heard-a-mePixelated vision, I’m the glitch inside the frameForget the face, just remember the name.

To match that vibe, here is a lyrical concept titled :

: I focused on "digital decay" imagery—mercury, chrome, pixels, and static—to match the sharp, electronic textures typical of Biela's production.

Neon bleeding through the ceiling, I don't feel a thingStatic in my peripheral, that’s just how the money ringsRusina flow, I’m sliding like I’m coated in the chromeFreevkie in the speakers, now I’m never coming home.

: It leans into the "flexing in a simulation" trope, which fits the aesthetic of the artists you mentioned.