From the recording Illogical Sounds
“Viral Hate” was written as a reaction to the amplification of hostility in modern media and the speed at which it spreads, mutates, and overwhelms everything in its path. The song reflects a landscape where anger is no longer expressed, but engineered — repeated until it becomes background noise, then accepted as truth.
The structure of the track mirrors this process. Rhythms repeat with increasing pressure, voices fracture and lose individuality, and sound becomes more aggressive as meaning slowly dissolves. What begins as expression turns into transmission. The artistic impulse is gradually stripped away, replaced by force, repetition, and emotional manipulation.
Silence and disruption play a crucial role here. Moments that should offer reflection instead sharpen the impact, echoing how outrage leaves no space for thought. The music intentionally moves toward discomfort, illustrating how creativity is eroded when emotion is weaponized and endlessly recycled.
“Viral Hate” is not meant to persuade or instruct. It is an observation a sonic representation of how expression collapses into conditioning, and how art risks being consumed by the very mechanisms it once resisted. It asks the listener to recognize the pattern before it becomes invisible.
Lyrics
You cross the threshold
and language bends.
Words lose weight
where your breath descends.
You trade in doubt,
you dress it clean,
A practiced blur
between what’s said and what is seen.
Viral hate
a signal passed.
Viral hate
designed to last.
Viral hate
a borrowed flame,
That leaves no wound
yet scars the name.
You never shout,
you circulate.
A quiet venom
you propagate.
You wear conviction
like borrowed skin,
And call it truth
when it settles in.
Viral hate
it learns the room.
Viral hate
it needs no proof.
Viral hate
it feeds on tone,
And multiplies
once left alone.
You don’t invent.
You amplify.
You don’t destroy.
You justify.
Viral hate
it leaves no trace.
Viral hate
yet fills the space.
Viral hate
the room recalls,
Long after
the presence falls.
You leave.
The silence keeps your shape.