This rap-metal track is a metaphorical exploration of how repetition shapes identity, belief, and self-destruction. It personifies the human mind as a "Mantra Machine"—a relentless, mechanical device programmed by its own words, thoughts, and actions. The core theme is the power (and peril) of repetition: what you say, think, or do enough times becomes your reality, forging your soul like code in a machine. It's a cautionary anthem about cognitive loops, self-fulfilling prophecies, and breaking free from mental cages.

Mantra Machine

A song for the 'Black Soul' album and band.

I Don't Care
Lyrics by Felicia Black

You think you're hot stuff
And pretend you're so tough
But you sure got it rough
You know it's never enough

It's tearing us down bit by bit
Yeah, I don't wanna babysit
Every week it's the same damn shit
Grinding away to be the next big hit

Yeah, I don't care anymore
All I wanna do is score
Fuck you, more, more, more
Baby, I don't care anymore
I just don't care

Fake ass bitch makes me shout
Chew them up and spit them out
Don't know what it's all about
But I do know this, I'm checking out

Yeah, I don't care anymore
All I wanna do is score
Fuck you, more, more, more
Baby, I don't care anymore
I just don't care

I got a master class
Kissing your ass
Go shine your brass
Now I'm takin' a pass

Gonna make it stop
Gonna take it to the top
Can't wait for you ta flop
Pop the pop, and cop the cop

Yeah, I don't care anymore
All I wanna do is score
Fuck you, more, more, more
Baby, I don't care anymore
I just don't care

I don't care anymore
I don't care 
I don't care
I just don't care


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