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Shadows and targets surround me, as darkness engulfs. With dwindling light, you bid your final farewell. Wolves lurk in the shadows, as I quietly utter a plea for survival. No cries escape my lips.

You're not real. Is any of it real? Look at this world: fences, pills for emotions, advertising as warfare, chemicals in food, media brainwashing, social network bubbles. Reality? We haven't seen it since the turn of the century. We're numbed by GMOs, corporate-branded houses, digital displays, and a kingdom of lies.

I work long hours for low pay, sacrificing my soul and wasting my life. I drown my troubles away, feeling trapped in this sad reality. It's a shame how the world has become for people like us. I wish I could wake up and escape this truth, but it's real. Living in a new world with an old soul, where the rich only know the rich.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was a certain comfort in that place, where even emotions resonated in the vastness. When I was carefree, I felt disconnected from reality.

I'm working constantly for little pay, just to waste my life and then drink my problems away. It's a shame what the world has become for people like us. I wish I could wake up and it wouldn't be true, but this is the reality of living in the new world with an old soul. Your money is worthless and heavily taxed, benefiting the wealthy. I wish politicians would protect regular people, not just prioritize illicit activities.

I couldn't sleep, so I took a drive around Joburg and realized why I feel both fulfilled and lonely. I enjoy my trips and activities, but I struggle to find companionship. I keep hoping for a relationship, but it hasn't happened in seven years. No matter how hard I work or what I achieve, I still feel empty at home and in bed. All my emotions and thoughts seem trapped inside me.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to crash down, creating tidal waves of devastation. This energy traps you in fear, making you feel like a ghost in your own memories. I'm the light in the darkness, carrying the weight of existence, marked by struggles. You may feel trapped, but remember me; I'm part of you, like smoke. As you exhale, the pressure builds. You’ve failed to see the truth, and now it’s time to confront it.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to confront you, crashing down like tidal waves, trapping you in fear. I'm the light in the darkness, an eternal spark amidst devastation. Energy surrounds you, reminding you of lost connections. Remember me as I linger like smoke, exhaling faster. You failed me, caught in a cycle of pain and fear, marked by struggles. The weight of memories and the clash of realities weigh heavily, but I remain a flicker of hope in the chaos.

The speaker reflects on the pervasive boredom in society, suggesting it may be a result of brainwashing by a totalitarian government driven by money. They recount encounters with individuals who have cut off media consumption due to feeling trapped in an Orwellian nightmare. The speaker also shares a conversation with an elderly tree expert who likens New York to a self-imposed concentration camp. They express a sense of urgency to escape, comparing their situation to Jews in Germany before World War II. The speaker believes that humanity's vibrancy is fading, with the future dominated by emotionless robots and the erasure of history and memory.

I'm manic, here to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast and crash you. Tidal waves will smash you, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory. See it backwards; reality is my master, coming faster with a laser blast. The first mark is razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, an eternal spark. Reality is coming faster. I'm the light in the darkness, God's eternal spark, Lucifer's mark, with razor blades.

Pixilated dreams distort reality, trapping the mind in code within a digital abyss. Data streams whisper secrets as cyber illusions unfold. Algorithms rule, leaving one lost in the matrix with nowhere to go. A violent ceremony and digital embrace occur in this VR world where one has lost their face. Virtual ones reach with a phantom's grasp as echoes of the past and memories raft. Chill vibes mix with electric currents, creating a synthetic heartbeat. Wires wrap tight like spider webs in the VR land. Reflections scream like ghostly sprites, making every frame a prison and every day eternal night.

I hear the train of governors ruling around the bed. I see the bloodshed, but I don't know where.

Excavation begins as a call to get outside and fight darkness, uniting against it with struggle as a weapon and a rise beyond pain and play. The narrator asserts power over blind enemies, barking like a dog, larping, and delivering a harsh pace that blasts through opposition with a “hardboi smash,” while evil whispers scream in the dark wind. A persistent theme returns: barking, venom in the veins, corrupting light when it rains, yet the speaker sees in the night, sensing a systematic ARAI army at work, a soul roast, and a code within chaos. Silicone is said to be on fire as the AI army reaches, yet unable to run the wire. Lying enemies are described as being in for rage, while the speaker proclaims to be a glitch in their system’s game. The “sparkling eggs” wake him from the day, and there is a recurring motif of barking like a dog and moving through a storm. A change of time and a rise with a panhandling mind are noted, followed by imagery of veins and blood coating with a sense of the world’s intensity. Robocock system activates, the clock system activates, and the hooded AI mirror system activates fear, as evil whispers become clearer and barking returns. The speaker urges movement in the storm, with a sense of feral, urgent momentum. The lyrics claim that every scar is a story and every wound is a four, with the flame in the mind changing sound and a glitch in the system’s cage. The spark in the haze awakens the self, and the code within chaos—silicone on fire—reasserts itself as the AI army breaches, though they cannot run the wires. The light is for rage, and the speaker will glitch their systems’ cage, with the air tinted by a spark and a muttered, active system. Whispers of people become air as the void is blasted, and machines that never died are implied to be the ones who spied, suggesting a persistent surveillance or menace. White darkness is invoked to unite against bullying, and struggle is again described as the weapon, with grit, rawness, and flinching freedom as countermeasures against a systematic AI army that is watched as it flees. The refrain repeats that lying enemies sit through the speaker, who remains barking like a dog from the ashes, blasting a war pit that marks enemies as harsh under the dark wind. The singer proclaims blasting with dark wind as evil whispers resurface, and the scene returns to corrupting light within the veins and eyes, while the night sees the ghosts and senses the soul’s awakening. The AI army is described as breaches that cannot run the wire, with the spark in the air of pain and a wake from day to night, the ghosts in the air, the soul rose, and the code in chaos and silicone of fire continuing to drive the narrative.

I see everything, but I feel empty. I don't want to die here. There has to be more. Translation (if needed): I see everything, but I feel empty. I don't want to die here. There has to be more.

I had to leave, feeling trapped in chaos. There's pain contained within the system, and I’m just a part of it, trying to navigate through it all. My emotions are evident; I’m disgusted by humanity and haunted by trauma that I can’t forget. It’s a system shock that lingers in my memory. I feel overwhelmed, drowning in emotions, struggling against the tide. I search for light but find darkness instead, trying to rise above it all. My spirit feels detached, and I wake up in fear, realizing I’m alone. I wish things were different, but I continue to fight through the blaze of my experiences.

You are not hidden. Your innocence has been shattered. I can hear you softly whispering your soul's desires.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was a certain comfort in that space, where even emotions resonate. Being out there, carefree, made me feel disconnected.

I'm manic and here to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast and crash you. Tidal waves will smash you with energy, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory. See it backwards; reality is coming faster. I'm its master. First mark, razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, eternal spark. I'm the light in the darkness, God's eternal spark, Lucifer's mark, razor blades in your arm, trapping you in a state of fear.

I'm manic. When I rain, it's a flood, devastation. I'm not here to make friends, but to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast you. Tidal waves will smash you, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory, lost. See it backwards, I'm reality's master, and it's coming faster. First mark, razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, an eternal spark. See it backwards. I'm reality's master, and it's coming faster. I'm the light in the darkness, God's eternal spark, Lucifer's mark.

It's on her feet, a shock wave. Death and destruction makes your soul die. Makes your family pray for the gods in the sky. Water runs down on the dry. Seeds growing trees. Humans feel the doom as they try. Asking themselves to bless themselves. New world mental wire clones. Beats are blasting. Visions can ignore. Robots around you. Nuts around you. They drown in the mirror. Wired claws. DNA powered wing tips, help me fly high. Wired clones, you reach a blast through the drones, brain domes like a bell.

I'm manic and here to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast and crash you. Tidal waves will smash you with energy, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory, lost. See it backwards, reality is coming faster. I'm its master. Laser blast. First mark, razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, eternal spark. See it backwards. Reality is coming faster. Laser blaster, I'm the light in the darkness. God's eternal spark. Lucifer's mark, razor blades in your arm trap you in a state of fear.

End of day, when we pray and the sky turns gray, time slips away. Watch your life clock fade. Let's clarify things. Abocalyptic bees have you running, as the future escapes. As I fly by, the world ends. Do you feel my vibe? I bend time and space through a tiny lens as we ascend into dreams. To the last beach in the book of life, we meet ourselves and leave the final sounds in the dark. Say goodbye to your soul.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was an odd sense of comfort in that space.

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams, I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone

Many of you may feel a deep sense of dissatisfaction or emptiness, despite attempts to fill it with entertainment or substances. This longing reflects a loss of freedom, as the government, originally meant to serve the people, has become the opposite. The dissatisfaction you feel cannot be resolved with material possessions or wealth. Recognize this reality and understand that your yearning signifies a desire for true freedom. It's time to awaken further and take action. Raise your voice and seek change.