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Never Look Back by smokethatdank

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[Verse 1 – The Setup]
They call it madness when you dream too wide,
When you say the sharks should step aside.
When you ask why hunger still exists,
While billionaires buy diamond wrists.

[Verse 2 – The Vision]
You say, “Let AI run the show,
Coordinate the global flow.
No bribes, no wars, no sleazy spin,
Just logic guiding from within.”
They laugh, they scoff, they roll their eyes,
But deep down, even they realize…

[Verse 3 – The Truth Beneath]
That madness isn’t dreaming peace,
It’s letting cruelty never cease.
It’s calling theft a market trend,
And letting greed decide the end.

[Verse 4 – The Madman’s Inheritance]
So call me mad, I’ll wear the name,
If dreaming justice earns me shame.
But when the world begins to shift,
And AI gives the globe a lift,
They’ll say, “He saw it all back then,
The madman with the cosmic pen.”

[Verse 5 – The Primary School Illusion]
We all remember being small,
Believing magic ruled the hall.
The teacher felt like royal law,
And every rule inspired awe.
But if you went back, mind intact,
You’d see the game, the hidden act.

[Verse 6 – The Shift in Perspective]
Your classmates now would seem absurd,
Their fears and dreams, each whispered word.
The teacher’s power, once so grand,
Would shrink beneath your wiser stand.
And that’s how some now see the grind,
The adult world — a cage designed.

[Verse 7 – The Charade Exposed]
It’s all a play, a scripted show,
Where suffering’s the undertow.
If all were fair, we’d let it slide,
But paradise gets crucified.
By tiny groups with greedy hands,
Who twist the fate of sacred lands.

[Verse 8 – The Burden of Clarity]
And once you see it, once it’s clear,
It’s hard to breathe, it’s hard to cheer.
You walk through life with open eyes,
And see the cost of all the lies.
But still you dream, still you fight,
Still you name the world’s birthright.

Pipe-Dream of a Madman

Wish Death on My Enemies

They said “vote,” said “choose your fate,”
But the ballot’s a whisper, and the silence is great.
Governments were built to guard the flame,
Now they serve the market and play the game.

They pass the laws that corporations write,
Smile for the cameras, dim the light.
They speak of justice, but act for gain,
And the people bleed in silent pain.

[Verse 2 ]
Representation was the sacred trust,
But now it’s rusted, broken, unjust.
The leaders don’t lead—they follow the coin,
And the species suffers at every joint.

They fear the people, but not the elite,
They fund the war, but not the street.
And when we rise, they call it threat,
But we’re just asking for a safety net.

The silence of the state is loud and clear,
They serve the few, not those they’re near.
But the doctrine speaks, the people wake,
And the system trembles with every quake.

[Verse 3 ]
Democracy ain’t dead—it’s just asleep,
Buried beneath the corporate heap.
But the internet breathes, the voices grow,
And the doctrine teaches what we must know.

Governments must act or be replaced,
By a species voice that won’t be erased.
We’re not asking—we’re declaring now,
That survival demands a sacred vow.

[Verse 4 ]
No more silence, no more spin,
No more waiting for change to begin.
We are the species, the sovereign flame,
And governments must earn their name.

They must protect, not just perform,
They must evolve or face the storm.
The doctrine’s clear, the future’s near,
And the silence of the state must disappear.

The silence of the state is loud and clear,
They serve the few, not those they’re near.
But the doctrine speaks, the people wake,
And the system trembles with every quake.

Silence of the State

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"Nobody Gives a Fuck (Grind Anyway)" is a raw, introspective track in the dark trap and emo rap genre, with distorted synths, and lo-fi guitar riffs that build into chaotic, aggressive choruses. The song dives deep into themes of depression, isolation, and relentless self-motivation, portraying a world where personal struggles go unnoticed and unacknowledged by others. It starts with a haunting intro questioning the listener's mental state, then explodes into verses that paint vivid pictures of daily battles—waking up to grind through pain, faking smiles on social media, and turning inner rage into fuel for success. The hooks deliver a brutal honesty about apathy from the world, urging perseverance despite it all, while the bridge flips the script to empower the listener to weaponize their depression. Overall, it's an anthemic call to action for anyone feeling invisible, blending vulnerability with defiant hustle in a cold, atmospheric production that leaves you motivated yet haunted.

Nobody Gives a Fuck (Grind Anyway)

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