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(Verse 1)
Love's just a cheap word when the hurt is the only thing that feels real, and hope is a fool's prayer, a ghost in the static you think that you hear, but no one is there, and shadows become so real.

(Chorus)
Another dream in the dust, with jagged edges that cut to the soul, been broken one last time, now I can't be broken no more.

(Verse 2)
Yeah, love is a cheap word, 'cause the hurt is the only damn thing that I feel, and your hope is a fool's prayer, a ghost in the static that ain't even real, no one will be there, and no one ever will.

(Chorus)
Another dream in the dust, with jagged edges that cut to the soul, been broken one last time, now I can't be broken no more.

(Bridge)
Through the grime on the glass under a sky bleedin' gray, I watch the sun choke on the dark, just another damn day, as the black night crawls my way.

(Chorus)
Another dream in the dust, with jagged edges that cut to the soul, been broken one last time, now I ain't broken no more.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025



Jagged Edges

The Bird – Hypnotic Rock Ritual is a spell in sound. A deep, bassline rolls like a dark tide, guitars blaze with spectral fire, and the voice stretches low and sticky, elastic like endless bubblegum melting into eternity. Every note feels like an incantation, circling back as if time itself were bound to repeat. This version is raw and ritualistic, ghostly yet luminous, a rock mantra where shadows dance in neon flame. The Bird sings not to impress but to conjure—a vision of freedom, beauty, and endless trance.

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The Bird – Hypnotic Rock Ritual

What is wrong with these guys
They still think they're living in the past
They're so stuck in their heads
They don't even realize it

They still think they are relevant
But in reality
They're so stuck in their heads

People like this make me sick
People like this make me cringe
People like this make me feel ill

They have no regard for no one else
They're loud
Stupid and dumb
Dancing like idiots
To their own beat

What is wrong with these guys
They still think they're living in the past
They're so stuck in their heads
They don't even realize it

They still think they are relevant
But in reality
They're so stuck in their heads

People like this make me sick
People like this make me cringe
People like this make me feel ill

They have no regard for no one else
They're loud
Stupid and dumb
Dancing like idiots
To their own beat

Toxic (triple j Like A Version)

Hope D

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