Disconnect Me is a cry from inside the machine — whispered through static, numb with overstimulation, and suffocating under artificial connection. It's a modern elegy for the self, buried under pings, likes, and endless scrolls.
This isn't just about tech addiction. It's about the quiet collapse beneath it — the moments where your thoughts don't feel like your own, where silence becomes a rebellion.
With cold verses, suffocated whispers, and a chorus that haunts rather than explodes, Disconnect Me aches for escape — not out of weakness, but a final act of digital defiance.
It's not a protest.
It's a shutdown.