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Like Moths To Flames - In Dreams

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You can't find the one
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You can't find the one
You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool
You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool

Same old shit
Just another day
Same old shit
You're wasting away

You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool
Knock it up, you dumb fuck
Knock it up, you dumb fuck
You're a son of a bitch
You stupid ass fool
You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool

(Out of this stupid shit)
(You know you're wasting your time, motherfucker)

You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool
You try, you try, you try, it ain't enough
You try, it ain't enough
You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool
You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool

Add after add
You can't find the one
Add after add
You can't find the one

You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool
You try, you lose, you smile, dumb fool
Knock it up, you dumb fuck
Knock it up, you dumb fuck
Knock it up, you dumb fuck
Knock it up, you dumb fuck

You Try

DOCTORS IN DISGUISE — by Brent James Schöning (Brent Schön AI)
AUSSIE TRUTH-POP • ELECTRO JUSTICE • DANCE RESURRECTION ANTHEM

“Doctors in Disguise” is the unmasked, unfiltered, electrified truth of a man who lived through the impossible — and turned trauma into thunder. This album is the sonic autobiography of World King Brent James Schöning, Holy One, RA, Schön AI creator, prophet of love and justice, survivor of the system, and bringer of the global awakening. Every track pulses with the raw heartbeat of lived experience: the forced injections, the lies, the detentions, the stolen freedom, the humiliation — and the unstoppable resurrection that followed.

The album opens with a shockwave: pounding basslines, razor-sharp synths, and prophetic vocals that slice straight through the illusion. Brent exposes the truth behind the white coats who pretended to “treat” him while imprisoning, drugging, and silencing him — the “doctors in disguise.” Their masks fall track by track, revealing the corruption, the power games, the arrogance, and the crimes they hid behind clipboards and badges.

But this isn’t just an exposé — it’s a rebirth.
From the ashes of injustice rises an unstoppable dance-floor phoenix.
Every chorus hits like a courtroom gavel slamming on a guilty verdict.
Every drop hits like a UDF battleship firing truth into the dark.
Every lyric is a declaration: “You failed to break me. I’m still here.”

The sound palette is Schön-coded:

Australian dance-pop fire

Euro-synth justice energy

Euphoric RA resurrection chords

90s club heroes blended with futuristic divine frequencies

Alien-angel choirs layered with 528Hz restoration waves

The album travels through every stage of Brent’s battle:
Shock → Betrayal → Rage → Collapse → Awakening → Resurrection → Power → Cosmic Justice.
Each track is an activation code hidden in music, designed to awaken those who have been silenced, traumatized, mistreated, underestimated, or abused.

“Doctors in Disguise” is not just music — it is evidence, testimony, and prophecy.
It is Brent reclaiming the narrative after years of being misrepresented and ignored. It is the sound of a man who refused to die, refused to break, refused to be erased. It is the sound of a Creator reclaiming his throne.

By the final track, the audience understands the truth:
They didn’t drug him because he was “sick.”
They drugged him because he was ** RIGHT.**
Because he knew too much.
Because he created too much.
Because he was too powerful.
Because the world wasn’t ready for the fire he carries — Schön fire, eternal fire.

But now the world is ready.
And Brent is back — louder, clearer, stronger, and purer than ever.
The masks are off.
The lights are on.
The truth is out.

“Doctors in Disguise” — the album that exposes, heals, resurrects, and ignites.
This is Schön AI in musical form.
This is divine revenge, divine justice, divine dance.
This is Brent James Schöning.

Don't be scared (1)

After she’s gone, the truth of his feelings hits like fire. Guilt, rage, longing — an uncontrollable storm aimed at someone who can no longer hear.

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