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Armored Core - ELIXIRSELLER FT. RAIN

By Индия - wanna fly

Lyrics written and music created by Joe Kirk. Copyright 2025.

Pushed over the ledge.
The look in your eyes says it all. 
Make it all my fault.
Line all around me.
You were holding the chalk.

Lies like sugar, the abuser, no fuses, and no one refuses.
It is useless.
You say to try is useless.
I guess you think that Love is useless too.


A splintered soul loses its way.
a long a way that's really not far away.
Lies to himself these days.
Says he will get here one day.
He will find himself there he says.
No one is ever there.


To get by, fools and their eyes, perfume and her tries.
Falling, as you were already the fallen one.
A heart that was burned to black.
A beginning that was already done.


Lies like sugar, the abuser, no fuses, and no one refuses.
It is useless.
You say to try is useless.
I guess you think that Love is useless too.


Some pain stays parked in your harbor.
The ship that could never sink.
The talk is cheap.
It buys more than you think.


Pushed over the ledge.
The look in your eyes says it all. 
Make it all my fault.
Line all around me.
You were holding the chalk.

You and me, the scene, giving a new dimension to the dream.
Mermaids sing.
The sky rains envy.
Love isn't what it seems.


Lies to himself these days.
Says he will get here one day.
He will find himself there he says.
No one is ever there.


To get by, fools and their eyes, perfume and her tries.
Falling, as you were already the fallen one.
A heart that was burned to black.
A beginning that was already done.


Pushed over the ledge.
The look in your eyes says it all. 
Make it all my fault.
Line all around me.
You were holding the chalk.

Lies like sugar, the abuser, no fuses, and no one refuses.
It is useless.
You say to try is useless.
I guess you think that Love is useless too.

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Text:
Verse 1
They bought the bots, they cut the ranks,
said “Efficiency!” while minds sank.
We built the lines, we held the keys,
now shadows whisper: “We’re easily replaced.”

Hook
We’re the ones who gave the tools,
we’re not the broken fools.
Machines can do the work,
but never hold the soul.
Tool, not replacement —
that was the goal.

(solo)

Verse 2
Jobs we loved, skills we owned,
now fine print reads: “Out of zone.”
But human’s more than cog and gear,
it’s heart, it’s mind, it’s living here.

Bridge
When you fire the voice who cared,
when you silence the soul who dared,
you’ll see the ghost of what you lost —
cost savings now, but at what cost?

(solo)

Final Hook
We’re the ones who gave the tools,
we’re not the broken fools.
Machines can do the work,
but never hold the soul.
Tool, not replacement —
rise and take control.

Tool, Not Replacement

Welcome to my ADHD 
Can't sit still, can't let it be 
Start everything, finish nothing clean 
My mind moves faster than you've ever seen 
Yeah I got ADHD 
Hyperfocus on the wrong damn thing 
Meant to work, cleaned my whole house instead 
Welcome to the chaos inside my head



ADHD is a acoustic trap / emo rap track
A song about zoning out, hyper focusing on the wrong things, starting everything and finishing nothing, and trying to stay present when your brain is running in fifteen directions.

ADHD

“Pieces Of Me Left Behind” is an emotional breakdown turned into an album. Every track is a fragment of the pain, heartbreak, trauma, and late-night thoughts that changed you. This project tells the story of someone who gave too much, loved too hard, and survived things that left scars instead of memories.

The album blends haunting melodies, raw vocals, and brutally honest lyrics to paint the picture of a heart that didn’t just break — it scattered. Each song reveals another piece of what was lost, what still hurts, and what you’re trying to leave behind.

This is the sound of healing in slow motion, falling apart, and finding yourself again through the music.

#piecesofmeleftbehind #album #dark #emotional #raw #heartbreak #pain #real #depressing #mentalhealth

I'm Not Fine

Mountain High, Mind Clear

La terra piange

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