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ROTTEN - HACKTIVIST (B4GLE BOOTLEG 2024)

The songs in the album Nocturnal Visions by the artist Ada Lark were written to accompany these vocabulary terms --> https://quizlet.com/960632011/october-2024-dictionary-entries-uploaded-to-wearyourdictionarys-blogspot-with-images-flash-cards/?x=1jqt

Here's a link to the song on Suno. Feel free to reuse the prompt and whatnot--> https://suno.com/song/bd579efb-44d7-4882-a376-394bac23a4b0

Lyrics - 
Verse 1:

Ack! In the shadows of the net, secrets hide,

A new warrior on the digital ride.

With a mask and code, breaking chains,

Hacktivist by name, changing the game.

Chorus:

Hacktivist with a cause in their heart,

Defacing sites, tearing lies apart.

For truth and justice, hacking through the night,

Hacktivist, fighting without a fight.

Verse 2:

Not in it for fame or thrill,

Hack! Speaking for the voiceless, bending will.

Against corrupt systems, powers vast,

Hacktivists rise with every keystroke cast.

Bridge:

Ack! The voice of the crowd, the silent scream,

In cyberspace, the unseen dream.

With every line of code, drawing a line,

Against oppression, making it fine.

Chorus:

Hacktivist with a cause in their heart,

Defacing sites, tearing lies apart.

For truth and justice, hacking through the night,

Hacktivist, fighting without a fight.

Outro:

Ack! When you hear whispers in the digital wind,

Remember the hacktivists where change begins.

A keystroke here, a message there, not what they seem,

Hacktivists, hacking for the right, not just the dream.

Hacktivist (Remastered) by Ada Lark | Free to Use | Moribund Institute | Suno

A song about a character named Mouse and her Dog named Goose from the first Cyberpunk Red campaign I ever ran.

[Intro]
Boot up, flashbang—glitch in my veins
Pulse in the wires, I’m burning my chains
Neon in my eyelids, ghosts in my brain
404—found myself in the rain

[Verse 1]
Uh, pixel heart, still broken but I bit back
Ghost-mode, skating through the feedback
Wires in my fingers, never gonna click-clack
Spiders on the Net say “watch your six” (yeah, fuck that)

Living in the code—static in my veins
Chased by suits and the blue-screen stains
Crash on a rooftop, counting all the planes
Yeah, I got a dog, but I’m running from the pain

[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes like chrome, but my soul’s still static
Badlands kid with a city-wide panic
Plug in, run hot—dreams in the attic
Everyone’s a liar but I’m so pragmatic

[Chorus]
GLITCHPRINCESS—breaker of the chainlinks
Bite down, spit sparks, hacking all the mainframes
Lost in the static, I don’t feel the shame
If you see me in the Net, you don’t know my name

GLITCHPRINCESS—code in my lipstick
Data like venom, I bite and I twist it
Love is a bug and my heart’s got a blacklist
If you see me in the dark, baby, you missed it

[Verse 2]
Never had a mom, never needed one, either
Streetlight queen, code-running grim reaper
Got a crew, but I roll way deeper
Datajack mind, but my feelings come cheaper

Chased by corpos, hunted by ghosts
Always on the run, yeah, I’m doing the most
Plug me in, plug me out, make a digital toast
Got a dog named Goose, she don’t let me get close

[Bridge]
Skrrt through the city with a kill-screen glare
Static in my chest, pink dye in my hair
I don’t dream of sleep, I don’t care
I’m a queen on the Net, catch me if you dare

[Chorus]
GLITCHPRINCESS—breaker of the chainlinks
Bite down, spit sparks, hacking all the mainframes
Lost in the static, I don’t feel the shame
If you see me in the Net, you don’t know my name

GLITCHPRINCESS—code in my lipstick
Data like venom, I bite and I twist it
Love is a bug and my heart’s got a blacklist
If you see me in the dark, baby, you missed it

[Outro]
404—hearts not found
GLITCHPRINCESS, I run this town
Neon tears in the underground
If you wanna find me, just follow the sound

#Cyberpunk #DigitalHardcore #GhostInTheWires #CyberpunkRed

GH05T 1N TH3 W1R35 (Epilogue Version)

A spoken-word industrial trap transmission from the shadows of Greymouth’s broken systems. This track isn’t fiction and it isn’t theatre — it’s evidence set to bass. Silk & Circuitry delivers a cold, cinematic broadcast in the style of an Anonymous warning: low, modulated narration layered over glitch bursts, metallic percussion, and heavy atmospheric drones.

This piece documents the quiet rot behind Greymouth’s white coats and Mental Health offices: the refuge that gassed him, the injection used to silence him, the cover-ups, the fear, the rumours dressed up as “procedure.” A regional health system that chose paperwork over people. A prosecution built on delirium, withdrawal, and untreated blood poisoning. No criminal record. No violence. Just a man nearly killed by the same institutions that later claimed he was the threat.

Haunting female vocals cut through the static like a siren in the fog, contrasting the icy broadcast tone with raw human weight. The result is a hybrid of protest poetry, cinematic trap, hacker-style manifesto, and trauma testimony.

This is not a threat.
This is documentation.
A flare fired into the sky for anyone willing to look past the town’s curated silence.

Silk & Circuitry.
A voice they tried to bury.
A signal they failed to jam.


Expect The Truth

A dark cinematic trap broadcast from the shadows of Greymouth. This track blends Anonymous-style voice modulation, glitch interference, and industrial percussion with spoken-word testimony pulled straight from real events the system tried to bury. Silk & Circuitry recounts the collapse of a town where “care” became a weapon, where white coats hid behind policy, and where the refuge meant to protect him poisoned him instead with carbon monoxide and a needle full of methamphetamine while he was unconscious.

Layered male and female vocals turn the chorus into a call for digital witnesses. It’s part protest document, part trauma archive, part hacktivist signal flare. The production fuses glitch-trap beats, cold atmospheric pads, heavy drones, and cinematic drops — a hybrid between a manifesto and a warning siren.

Greymouth’s fear runs deeper than meth. It’s fear of the truth. Fear of exposure. Fear of the wrong man surviving long enough to speak.

This track is not a threat.
This track is documentation.
A broadcast asking for eyes, not chaos.
A voice refusing to be rewritten by the people who already tried to bury him once.

Silk & Circuitry.
Greymouth.
Transmission active.
Expect illumination.



Signal Flare

A viral Anonymous-style cinematic trap transmission from the shadows of Greymouth. “Red Flag Protocol” blends glitch-trap percussion, industrial bass, and cold Anonymous broadcast narration with Silk & Circuitry’s signature trauma-testimony lyricism.
This track documents the real events the system tried to bury: the CO poisoning, the forced meth injection while unconscious, the cover-ups, the prosecution built on delirium, and the silence Greymouth painted over the truth.

Female vocals cut through the static like a beacon while the bass drops hit like a digital siren. Designed for viral media: fast hooks, quotable lines, high-impact sound design, and Anonymous broadcast energy.

This isn’t a threat.
This is evidence.
This is a protocol.
Red flags raised.
Transmission active.


Red Flag Protocol

A V-for-Vendetta-inspired Anonymous broadcast built as a cinematic trap weapon. “Veracity Variant” is Silk & Circuitry’s sharpest alliteration strike yet: a glitch-soaked spoken-word protest piece aimed directly at the white-coat wolves who turned corruption into policy.
Using vicious V-stacked poetry, distorted Anonymous narration, industrial bass, and haunting female vocals, this track burns through Greymouth’s silence with militant clarity.
This isn’t a threat.
This is verification.
This is vigilance.
This is veracity.

Transmission active.

Veracity Variant

Hardtek & 4x4 producer/dj from Lincolnshire UK! currently in thailand

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



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