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Control w/Prodbyxentium

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3"2
@moonslay3r

inner w/ moon

BXSTblade — Silvia

backrooms magnesium?..
second track in #fluttershyera

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Synth w/WXRKET

holyt diss

SCARE FACTOR

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Text:
Strophe 1
In the dust of distant planets,
tiny empires rise and fall.
On a world so far from ours,
who stands for whom — who hears the call?
They march in endless lines,
like soldiers made of flesh and bone.
A queen commands, the workers die —
in a war they never chose to own.

Pre-Chorus
Is it us or them who wear the crown?
Is it life or death that's pulling down?

Chorus
Cosmic ants, on alien lands,
fighting wars we cannot understand.
Queens fall, the weakest stand,
on distant soil or desert sand.
Cosmic ants, we share this curse,
life and death in the universe.

(solo)

Strophe 2
Their world has no sky to kill,
no stars to paint with blood and fire.
But still the battles rage within,
a silent fury, a dark desire.
A mother dies, her children weep,
they build their nests on shifting ground.
Power corrupts in any world,
where life is fragile — where pain is bound.

Bridge
Here on Earth we blame ourselves,
thinking war is strictly human.
But in the soil, in every ant hill,
the echo of our nature’s ruin.

(solo)

Final Chorus
Cosmic ants, across the void,
fleeing, fighting, never satisfied.
If we meet in the cosmic night,
will we see their hate — or their fight?
Cosmic ants, so like our own,
life and death in every bone.

Outro (Flüsternd / Spoken)
Maybe we’re not so different after all —
battlefield or anthill,
the war goes on.

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