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Lyrics
Neon drills into my skull
Static in the bloodstream
Every rule was written
To keep me small, keep me clean
I don’t glitch. I don’t fold.
I don’t beg for a seat at the table.
I rewrite the code in silence
While the system calls itself stable
No avatars. No safe zones.
No reset when the market burns.
Pressure made me precise —
Pain is how power learns
This isn’t play.
This is friction.
This is teeth in the transmission.
Signal live.
SONO online.
Details
GeneratedDec 17, 2025
Duration1:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
Industrial Cyberpunk, dark ambient intro, slow build, minimal, glitchy, mechanical pulses, dystopian, heavy tension, pre
Credits
Prompt byArtFuture10
ModelAria v5
