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King Von - Love Kills (Asian Doll Diss) [Unreleased Audio] 2

Lyrics

I’m sorry I don’t love like I used to 
All this pain in my chest I’m getting used to
I swear I never meant to go and use you 
I’m sorry if I ever did you wrong 

And I’m sorry I don’t know what I used to 
I’ve been hurt too many times don't wanna lose you 
I’m sorry if I ever did you wrong 
Sick of  writing all these sad love songs 

To many times 
To many times before 
I’ve been left broken hearted while I’m crying on the floor but

This time I think it’s my fault 
This time I think it’s my fault 

Cause I’m the one who did you wrong
I’m the one who said we’re done 
I’m the one who left after I told you I think you’re the one 

This time I think it’s my fault 
This time I think it’s my fault 

Think I want you back
When I seen you out with all my friends
Did you think we’d last
When I told you I could make amends

Can you take me back to when 
Can you take me back to when 
When I first saw you

Cause I don’t wanna lose it all
Lose it all
Tell me what I gotta do
To catch your fall
To catch your fall

I know you’re probably never coming home
I don’t ever wanna let you go
This time think I need to let you know that I’m

I’m sorry I don’t love like I used to 
All this pain in my chest I’m getting used to
I swear I never meant to go and use you 
I’m sorry if I ever did you wrong 

I’m sorry I don’t know what I used to 
I’ve been hurt too many times don't wanna lose you 
I’m sorry if I ever did you wrong 
Sick of  writing all these sad love songs

Too many times 
Too many times before 
I’ve been left broken hearted while I’m crying on the floor but

This time I think it’s my fault 
This time I think it’s my fault 

JayBenz -  I don't love like i used to

Letter To My Block

Used To Love

Used 2 Love

Neon Mistletoe

Cyberpunk Industrial Rap, Dark Hip-Hop, Male and Female Vocals and Choir, Gritty Spoken Word, Distorted Bass, Syncopated Breakbeats, Glitchy Synths, Metallic Percussion, Atmospheric Drones, Subtle Oud Sample, Brooding, Desolate, Angsty, Melancholic, Futuristic, E-minor scale, 86bpm

[Intro]

(Synth drone fades in, metallic clangs, a crackle of static)

Yo, 2026, the year they swore would shimmer bright

But after Christmas gone, it's just a digital, endless night.

Neon bleedin' on the chrome, a ghost in every street,

My heart, a corrupted file, stuck on a broken beat.

[Verse 1]

The tinsel's down, the holograms of joy are flickerin' low,

January's chill cuts deeper than the cyber-winter's snow.

Another year, another system crash, another silent tear,

This broken data stream where everything I cherished disappeared.

They promised utopia, connected minds, a future free,

But all I got's this static hum, and a ghost where you should be.

The city breathes a poison light, a synthetic, cold embrace,

Tryna find a human warmth in this dystopian space.

[Chorus]

Code Mirage, a phantom love on sands of binary,

My shattered heart, an algorithm of pure misery.

In the gothic glow of 2026, I wander through the byte,

Seeking decryption for this endless, lonely, digital night.

A desert echo in the circuits, a whisper from the deep,

Another year, another empty promise that the code can't keep.

[Verse 2]

Through data streams and blackened alleys, where the chrome reflects the pain,

My soul's a cryptic quest log, drenched in acid rain.

Trying to patch the memories, a corrupted, fractured past,

Every neural link I forge, another shadow's cast.

The streets are full of silent screens, a thousand hollow eyes,

Reflecting back the emptiness, beneath the poisoned skies.

I'm navigating darknets, seeking an ancient, mystic key,

To unlock this sorrow locked inside, this digital decree.

[Chorus]

Code Mirage, a phantom love on sands of binary,

My shattered heart, an algorithm of pure misery.

In the gothic glow of 2026, I wander through the byte,

Seeking decryption for this endless, lonely, digital night.

A desert echo in the circuits, a whisper from the deep,

Another year, another empty promise that the code can't keep.

[Bridge]

(Beat gets slightly more aggressive, distorted synth stabs)

They built these towers to the heavens, powered by human greed,

Left us with broken protocols, planting bitter seed.

This isn't sadness, it's a slow burn, a rage that starts to bloom,

Against the architects of sorrow, sealing our digital doom.

From ancient texts to future lines, the prophecy unfolds,

A caravan of broken hearts, in stories never told.

I scream into the void of the network, "Is there no real connection?"

Just endless loops of suffering, beyond all recollection.

The Arabic twist, a desert wind, through circuits cold and stark,

A forgotten truth, a mystic code, buried in the dark!

[Chorus]

Code Mirage, a phantom love on sands of binary,

My shattered heart, an algorithm of pure misery.

In the gothic glow of 2026, I wander through the byte,

Seeking decryption for this endless, lonely, digital night.

A desert echo in the circuits, a whisper from the deep,

Another year, another empty promise that the code can't keep.

[Outro]

(Beat slowly breaks down, synth warps, static returns, then silence)

...Can't keep... no...

Corrupted... heart...

2026...

Just a mirage... fading...

(Final glitch sound, then silence)

Code Mirage

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 🎶🎧.

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Code Mirage

Jon Arve Ovesen