Cancel Me Louder

(Intro – manic laugh, distorted)

Yeah…

Turn me up.

If I’m the villain, at least give me surround sound.

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(Verse 1 – rapid, chaotic internal rhyme)

I sneeze wrong — “He’s toxic!”

Breathe too hard — “That’s problematic!”

Trip on a word — automatic

Public execution by hashtag addicts.

Got a doctorate in outrage culture,

PhD in digital vultures,

Circle the feed like birds of torture,

Peck at a tweet like “Yup, we caught ya!”

Context dead in a shallow grave,

Nuance drowned in a tidal wave,

One wrong joke and they barricade

Your whole career in a Twitter cage.

I blink — that’s microaggression,

I think — that’s power oppression,

I speak — that’s toxic expression,

I’m quiet — “See? That’s a confession!”

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(Hook – loud, chant-like)

Go ahead — CANCEL ME LOUDER!

Turn that whisper to a crowd-er!

Build that scaffold even prouder —

You need a villain? I’ll be louder.

Cancel me louder! Say it with your chest!

Righteous rage in a comment thread vest,

If I’m the problem, do your best —

But don’t act flawless in your protest.

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(Verse 2 – darker, meaner tone)

Everybody tough behind a screen door,

Keyboard Thor with a meme sword,

Moral high ground leased, not owned,

Virtue financed, interest grown.

You preach love with a clenched-up jaw,

Scream “Be kind!” while you sharpen the law,

Build a bonfire outta one bad flaw,

Then dance around it screaming “HAW HAW HAW!”

I ain’t your project, mascot, pawn,

Not your redemption coupon,

You want control — that’s what you’re on,

Power trip in a neon thong.

Say “be yourself” — with asterisks,

Terms apply if you fit the script,

Step outside of the hive-mind clique?

Watch the halo turn to a pitchfork quick.

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(Bridge – eerie calm)

Maybe we’re all just scared to fall,

So we build a villain to blame it all…

Maybe the mob ain’t brave at all —

Just loud enough to sound tall.

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(Final Verse – completely unhinged energy spike)

Fine — I’ll be the bad dream fuel,

Poster child for the outdated fool,

Tattoo “controversial” across my skull

Since subtlety died and nuance null.

But I won’t beg for digital grace,

From faceless gods with a profile face,

If I go down, I’ll go full blaze —

Mic in my hand, middle of the maze.

You want perfect? Build a clone.

You want silence? Turn off your phone.

You want control? Start at home —

Before you throw stones from a glass iPhone.

If I’m insane for thinking free,

At least it’s honest insanity —

Better than polished hypocrisy

Wrapped in a bow of “morality.”