Best, of the best, of the best, sir.

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Some Mutts Escape From The Pound[1]

ur a fucking liar
liar
dont let me see u
when u conspire
u bring bile 
to the back of my throat

u wan call me a hoe 
u wana call me a bitch
well take a look at urself
n u can tell me who switched
u showed me js who u r
outed urself 
ur a snitch
shit stains on ur heart
ill tell u js how it is
cosplaying as rich
ik its sumt u wish
but ur not getting a kiss
(ew)

ur a fucking liar
liar
dont let me see u
when u conspire
words vile
so tired
ill give u sumt inspired
u bring bile 
to the back of my throat

my fault my fault 
i gave u that title

did my best 
gave u the benifit of the doubt
but i couldnt believe words 
that were coming out ur mouth
an im dumbfound
yk what all this is about
i dont even wana talk 
js get outta my fucking town
always manage
 to turn all my words around
i dont rly wan talk
 js get outta my fucking town

SNITCH ⋆ amanda allen

Text:
Verse 1
Crawling in the shadows of a neon night,
dirty little creatures with their teeth so bright.
They whisper revolution in a poison tone,
every kingdom’s fragile when it stands alone.

Pre-Chorus
We’re dancing on a wire,
with gasoline desire.

Chorus
Nice and sleazy, cosmic tease,
life behaves like it’s diseased.
Ants or humans, same old game,
different planets, same dark shame.
Nice and sleazy, never clean —
welcome to the in-between.

(crazy synth solo)

Verse 2
Queens fall silent in the acid rain,
workers do the killing but they feel no pain.
Power is a fever in the deepest hive,
born from ancient instincts trying to stay alive.

Pre-Chorus
We’re dancing on a wire,
with gasoline desire.

Chorus
Nice and sleazy, cosmic tease,
life behaves like it’s diseased.
Ants or humans, same old game,
different planets, same dark shame.
Nice and sleazy, never clean —
welcome to the in-between.

Bridge (sprechgesang, tief, böse)
Maybe we’re the insects.
Maybe they’re like us.
Every world is violent —
every war is dust.

(guitar solo)

Final Chorus
Nice and sleazy, no escape,
every mirror shows our shape.
Cosmic creatures, all the same —
same old hunger, same old flame.

Sleazy Creatures

“Ghost in the Machine” is a theatrical rock-opera concept album that explores humanity’s fragile soul in an age of algorithms, artificial intelligence, and digital control. Blending humor with drama, the album follows a journey from technological euphoria to quiet existential fear, questioning what remains truly human when life becomes driven by code, data, and machines. Through epic, operatic rock and satirical storytelling, the album reveals that even inside cold systems, a spark of individuality, rebellion, love, and soul refuses to disappear. It is a celebration of human imperfection — and a warning about what we might lose if we ever forget it.



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