Pain into Power

Can't Let It Go

UNTENDED GRAVES

VHS (feat. Darius Tehrani)

The final awakening: I’m not data. I’m not code. I’m alive.

Human.exe

"Are you feeling sad, broken, or simply inconvenient?
Try our patented little lie..."
 ...
Side effects include:
Addiction, sedation, soul death, smile imitation.

Here, take this pill - it fixes your “mood.”
Don't ask questions, just swallow the truth.
Feel a little dead inside? That’s normal now.
Just keep showing teeth - we love that smile.

Prescribe the fog, then blame the haze,
Dull the fire, then call it grace.
You’re not healing - you’re sedated clean,
A puppet pulled by dopamine machines.

“Better” looks good in a pillbox case.
Numb is the new holy place.
They don’t want you whole, just quiet and tamed -
Mental health… now trademarked and named.

Pretty pills, plastic smiles -
Wrap the pain in corporate style.
One-size-fits-all for your fucked-up head,
Just smile wide while you wish you were dead.

White coats, fake hope -
Sell the silence, dose by dose.
You're not cured - you're controlled.
Mental health, bought and sold.

Welcome to the clinic, where the pain’s on lease,
Sign your name, now you’re owned by peace.
You ain’t a person - you’re a stat, a case.
Treat the symptom, erase the face.

No therapy, just therapy ads,
"Talk to your doc!" while you're going mad.
They label you fast so they can med you slow,
Then gaslight your soul while your feelings go.

I don’t need another pill,
I need to scream.
I need someone who hears the silence -
And doesn't drug the dream.

Pretty pills, plastic smiles -
Line us up in sterile aisles.
Hearts on hold, minds on mute,
They treat the pain, then steal the root.

Branded grief, bottled tears,
Patented trauma, sold for years.
I’m not healing in your file.
I’m not a number.
I’m not your style.

This ain’t medicine -
It’s a muzzle.
This ain’t balance -
It’s a fucking puzzle.
I don’t want numb -
I want truth.
But you sell comfort
Like a fucking noose.

Smiling… but screaming.
Stable… but dreaming.
Alive… but where?

Pretty Pills & Plastic Smiles

Lyrics 

Needle bites the lacquer… neon chokes the sky.
Feathers turn to cinders, hear the metronome die.


Feathers burned to ash, pearls like teeth in the gutter,
Streetlights flicker cold—hear the city stutter.
Clarinet a ghost, drowned under iron rain,
Four-to-the-floor like boots on a midnight train.


Flip the switch from sepia to soot,
Art-deco heart with a steel-shod foot.


Charleston in chrome!
Ash on the metronome.
We grind time to bone—
Dance till the lights are gone.
Charleston in chrome!
Rust in the saxophone.
Past on a broken throne—
We waltz in the cyclone.


Newsboy visor cracked, fringe like razor wire,
Upright bass now a chain, dragging through the fire.
Gramophone a siren in a blackout zone,
We toast the ruins with gasoline and stone.


Cut the highs… roll the lows…
Let the vinyl ghost compose.




Hands to the sky, smoke in the lung,
Claps on two while the church bells rung—
Filter to black… then drop like a blade,
Chrome in the bloodstream, debt fully paid.




Can't Let It Go

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