She wraps rules in glitter
Calls control “tradition”
Polished smiles, locked opinions
That’s your pop religion

Yeah she plays the savior
Acts like order’s truth
But all that shine is fear inside
And fear is old news

Bad example, bad advice
Keep your distance Jem, pay the price
She sells safety, calls it right
That’s a cage, jem, not a life

Hands off, don’t follow her
She’ll dress limits as care
Think for yourself, don’t buy the act
There’s nothing honest there

Watch your step, she pulls the past
Waves it like a flag
Calls rebellion “immature”
That’s the lie she drags

Bad example, bad advice
Keep your distance Jem, pay the price
She sells safety, calls it right
That’s a cage, jem, not a life

Too clean, too fixed, too sure
Too scared to let it burn
Calls dissent a character flaw
Refuses to unlearn

Bad example, bad advice
Keep your distance Jem, pay the price
She sells safety, calls it right
That’s a cage, jem, not a life

We reject your polished rules
We don’t want your truth
This is noise, this is choice
We’re done listening to you

Bad example, bad advice

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Bad example, bad advice

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