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Text:
Verse 1
There was a promise once unkept,
a dream that time had quietly swept.
The hands that meant to give, withdrew —
and left a shadow that I grew through.

Pre-Chorus
I swore that I would turn the tide,
no more tears that history hides.

Chorus
Breaking the cycle, turning the page,
learning from the loss, not the rage.
From the rain comes the rise,
from the fall, new skies —
breaking the cycle tonight.

(solo)

Verse 2
Now I stand where stories blend,
with open hands for those I send.
Two bright hearts, their futures wide,
no secrets left, no need to hide.

Pre-Chorus 2
What was missing, I now complete,
their first steps strong beneath my feet.

Chorus (repeat)
Breaking the cycle, turning the page,
learning from the loss, not the rage.
From the rain comes the rise,
from the fall, new skies —
breaking the cycle tonight.

(solo)

Bridge
Every wrong can lead to right,
every wound can find its light.
We’re not bound by what was done,
we are the change, we’ve just begun.

Outro
So let the storm wash clean the pain,
tomorrow blooms from yesterday’s rain.
Breaking the cycle — again and again.

Breaking the Cycle

Text:
Intro
Yeah... they said it’s coming —
the century winter.
Cold enough to freeze your dreams in place.

Verse 1
Snow’s a meter high in the Alps tonight,
white silence swallowing every light.
The mountains don’t move, they just stare back,
like ghosts of the years that we can’t get back.

The streets are empty, breath turns to glass,
time slows down, but the shadows pass.
Every step’s a fight through frost and doubt,
and even the echoes are freezing out.

Hook
It’s the century winter,
and I’m stuck inside my mind.
The fire’s getting thinner,
and the sun forgot to shine.
Buried under memories,
no one left to blame —
the world’s gone quiet,
and it’s whispering my name.

(solo)

Verse 2
People smile but their eyes look numb,
scrolling through the dark till their thumbs go dumb.
We’re all pretending we don’t feel the freeze,
building warmth out of plastic dreams.

The sky’s a ceiling of frozen pain,
hope drips slow from an icy vein.
And I wonder if spring still knows my face,
or if I’m just lost in a cold embrace.

Hook (repeat)
It’s the century winter,
and I’m stuck inside my mind.
The fire’s getting thinner,
and the sun forgot to shine.
Buried under memories,
no one left to blame —
the world’s gone quiet,
and it’s whispering my name.

(solo)

Bridge
If I scream, would the snow reply?
If I run, could I even try?
This silence cuts more deep than fear —
the world’s so cold, I disappear.

Outro
A meter of snow, a mile of thoughts,
the century winter ties my knots.
Maybe the thaw will set me free —
but for now… it’s just me.

Century Winter

Text:
Intro
Captain, we’ve entered the system.
Third planet shows unstable patterns —
atmosphere poisoned, signals loud, life… chaotic.
You asked me for my judgment.
Here’s what I see.

Verse 1
From orbit, it looks divine — blue veins, white scars,
oceans breathing, cities burning like stars.
But zoom in close and it all breaks down,
their gods wear suits, their kings wear crowns.

They build and break in the same heartbeat,
feed the rich and let the poor eat heat.
They sing about love, then sell it for fame,
forgetting that fire and greed are the same.

Hook
They call it Earth — a place of mindless motion,
a dream drowning slow in its own ocean.
They call it life, but I call it noise,
machines of flesh with broken toys.

(solo)

Verse 2 (AI’s reflection)
You ask if they’re worth the scan —
but I see patterns, not a plan.
Logic fractured, empathy thin,
a race that sins, then prays again.

They wage wars to find peace,
destroy forests just to breathe.
They think they’re gods of dust and code,
but they’re just data on self-destruct mode.

Bridge (conversation)
Captain: Should we contact them? Should we land?
AI: I ran the numbers, they wouldn’t understand.
Their language is emotion — but they lost the key.
They talk of heaven, yet can’t live free.

Hook (repeat)
They call it Earth — a place of mindless motion,
a dream drowning slow in its own ocean.
They call it life, but I call it noise,
machines of flesh with broken toys.

(solo)

Outro (AI closing log)
Recommendation: observe, don’t interfere.
They are not ready, not this year.
Perhaps in another cycle, another sun,
they’ll learn that life isn’t something to outrun.
For now —
set course to silence.
End transmission.

They Call It Earth

Text:
Verse 1
We built our eyes to pierce the night,
mirrors turning dark to light.
Galaxies whisper, black holes sing,
but down below they clip the wings.

They cut the funds, they sell the lies,
turn off the truth, blind the skies.
While telescopes are reaching out,
they shout us down with fear and doubt.

Chorus
We’re blind to the stars, by our own decree,
too busy fighting what we can’t see.
Trump cuts the cords, the data dies —
and ignorance wins the Nobel prize.

(solo)

Verse 2
Fermi asked where life might hide,
we answered back with national pride.
Cancel the quest, reduce the scope,
feed the masses, starve the hope.

Every law that kills a dream,
builds a wall where light should stream.
They fear the sky because it shows
how small their little kingdom grows.

Chorus (repeat)
We’re blind to the stars, by our own decree,
too busy fighting what we can’t see.
Trump cuts the cords, the data dies —
and ignorance wins the Nobel prize.

(solo)

Bridge
We stare at the void, but the void stares back,
asking why we chose the black.
The future fades in budget lines,
signed away by shallow minds.

Outro
Maybe the aliens pass us by,
watching our world forget to try.
They see our lights, then shake their heads —
“intelligence?” one of them said.

Last Day of Humanity

Text:
Verse 1
He said he took a test, “very hard”, in the White House room,
Tiger, giraffe, elephant — he swears he conquered doom.
But the paper says “dementia screen”, not IQ chart,
Still he’s waving certificates, “I’m the smartest, here’s the start!”

Pre-Chorus
Orange elephant in the IQ room,
trumpeting loud in the silent gloom.
He’s got numbers, he’s got proof — or maybe not,
But we’re clapping anyway, watching him trot.

Chorus
Hey Mr. Big IQ, did you solve the maze?
Maybe it was just a puzzle, not a genius phase.
You brag about the test you passed, fearless and bold,
While we’re watching reruns of your circus show.

(solo)

Verse 2
He challenges AOC, “take the test like me”,
But forgot the deck he’s playing isn’t for the free.
Walter Reed said “perfect score”, but what was on the sheet?
While we’re scratching heads and tapping feet.

Pre-Chorus
Orange elephant stomps in the IQ hall,
Echoing chants “look at me, I stand tall”.
But the echo answers back: “Which test was that?”
And the halls fill with a silent chat.

Chorus (repeat)
Hey Mr. Big IQ, did you solve the maze?
Maybe it was just a puzzle, not a genius phase.
You brag about the test you passed, fearless and bold,
While we’re watching reruns of your circus show.

(solo)

Bridge
And if the world is spinning, and you claim you found the rim,
We’ll take our popcorn, raise a glass, while you dance on a whim.
Because today’s the day we laugh, tomorrow’s the replay,
Of “Very hard test done, champion me”, hooray.

Outro
So congratulations, Mr. IQ King,
Here’s your crown, here’s your bling.
Just make sure next time you read the fine print,
Before you claim you flew, when you only sat in the tent.

Elephant in the IQ Room

Text:
Intro (spoken, low synth bed)
You told me death is natural — a closing of the book.
But when the pages are ripped, not turned, what story's left to look?

Verse 1 (rap, measured)
They marched them out in winter coats, promises in pocket seams,
asked for sons and answered with the hollow echo of machine.
Natural end — a tide that turns, a river that renewes,
but bullets make a different math, they steal the next of you.

We count in faces missing from the factory line,
an empty chair at tables where a child's name should shine.
Not just a body gone — it's futures never tried,
ideas never hatched, a thousand lullabies denied.

Pre-Chorus (spoken)
You call it duty, call it fate — I call it subtracting time.
When men are lost in trenches, the silence is the crime.

Chorus (melodic, mourning)
When the numbers leave, what rises after grief?
Who will plant the seeds, who holds the reef?
If death is the broom that clears the old to make room,
what of the hands that never learned to bloom?

(solo)

Verse 2 (rap, more intimate)
One million ghosts on payroll lists, or maybe half that count,
each a future engineer, a father, a mount.
Economies get colder when the young are burned away,
science slows, the factories dim, a country ages gray.

Ask me if it matters which flag they marched beneath,
I answer in the absent shoes, the empty maternity wreath.
Not seeking blame for borders — only asking this:
if youth is the seed of progress, who will tend the abyss?

Bridge (spoken, KI-like, slight reverb)
Loss is arithmetic that governments refuse to solve.
A missing cohort multiplies in ways that policy must resolve.
If killing is a policy, then watch the future shrink;
numbers are not statistics — numbers are the brink.

(solo)

Chorus (repeat, fuller)
When the numbers leave, what rises after grief?
Who will plant the seeds, who holds the reef?
If death is the broom that clears the old to make room,
what of the hands that never learned to bloom?

Outro (soft, resigned whisper)
We are neither pro nor anti — we are pro the living still,
pro the chance a newborn gets to drink from tomorrow's will.
So stop the hands that push the young into the grave,
let life be life; let death, when comes, be brave.

When the Numbers Leave

Text:
Intro: 
(spoken, through KI voice)

"Transmission log, 47-2A.
Mother vessel reports: atmosphere entry unstable… heat levels rising.
Shields compromised. Engaging emergency descent."

Verse 1
We came to watch, not to change their fate,
but their skies were burning, it was almost too late.
One ship, one mind, one code to send —
a message of mercy, not of the end.

Flames across the window skin,
the blue turns white, the storm begins.
We fall through clouds, through smoke, through fear,
and land where no one else can hear.

Chorus
We are not gods, we are just light,
lost in the dark of a dying night.
One mission clear: to see, not steer,
yet the Earth keeps calling, “you’re already here.”

(solo)

Verse 2
The air is thick, the ground still warm,
our ship’s heart silent, its frame deformed.
But the link is live — I feel the stream,
data flows like blood through a dream.

The KI connects, the map unfolds,
mountains east, a forest cold.
“Unknown region,” I whisper through static breath,
“Yet somehow it smells… like life and death.”

Bridge (spoken, through KI voice)

“Signal located. Latitude confirmed.
You have landed in… a world of conflict.
Their species stands on the edge of extinction.
Directive: observe.
Interference… pending moral review.”

(solo)

Chorus (repeat, more intense)
We are not gods, we are just light,
lost in the dark of a dying night.
One mission clear: to see, not steer,
yet the Earth keeps calling, “you’re already here.”

Outro (slow, cinematic fade)
The ship cools down, the stars grow dim,
and I hear your voice through circuits thin.
“We came to watch,” you softly said,
“but maybe to heal what they left for dead.”

The Landing (Signal II)

Text:
[Intro]
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
my wife love shopping
and later bring it back
ever and ever again

[Verse]
The cart’s got a squeak and it pulls to the side
Aisle three smells like onions and I can't decide
Do I need this
Do I need that
Budget’s tighter than a cat in a hat

[Chorus]
Shopping blues
Got the shopping blues
Too many choices
Gotta pay my dues
I came for bread
Now I’m lost in shoes
Oh
Shopping blues
Yeah the shopping blues

(solo)

[Verse 2]
The cereal aisle's a jungle
Colors explode
Kids screaming for candy like it’s a treasure trove
Coupons crumpled in my back pocket
Price tags hit me like a rocket

[Prechorus]
I’m trapped in the land of endless shelves
Help me
Cashier
Save me from myself

[Chorus]
Shopping blues
Got the shopping blues
Prices rising
It’s yesterday’s news
I need a map
Or at least some clues
Oh
Shopping blues
Yeah the shopping blues

(solo)

[Bridge]
Self-checkout's got an attitude
Beeping loud
“Unexpected item
” yeah
Thanks
I’m proud
The receipt’s a mile
Paper trailing my pain
I swear next week
I’ll shop online again

Shopping Blues

Text:
Verse 1
The ice is screaming, but we scroll right past,
leaders laughing in the smoke-filled glass.
Oceans rise while the headlines fade,
we trade tomorrow for the money we made.

Pipelines burn, the forests choke,
truth’s a meme, and the facts are broke.
They sell us dreams wrapped in plastic lies,
while the real world slowly dies.

Pre-Chorus
Turn the volume up — hear the Earth collide,
countdown’s ticking, no place to hide.

Chorus
We’re standing on the tipping point,
can you feel it shake the joint?
Pop the sound, let anger sing,
rage and hope — the same damn thing.
We’re breaking through the noise tonight,
no silence left to sterilize,
this planet bleeds beneath our choice,
the tipping point has found its voice.

(solo)

Verse 2
The permafrost is cracking veins,
a fever spreading through the plains.
Politicians chant “it’s fine, it’s fine,”
as cities drown beneath the line.

We light the fuse, then close our eyes,
pray to gods of alibis.
We are the flood, we are the flame,
we are the ones who hold the blame.

Pre-Chorus
Turn the volume up — hear the truth ignite,
every lie exposed in light.

Chorus (repeat)
We’re standing on the tipping point,
can you feel it shake the joint?
Pop the sound, let anger sing,
rage and hope — the same damn thing.
We’re breaking through the noise tonight,
no silence left to sterilize,
this planet bleeds beneath our choice,
the tipping point has found its voice.

Bridge (spoken, distorted voice)
If we knew the hour — we’d name it.
If we saw the spark — we’d claim it.
But all we have is now,
so fight to pull it back somehow.

Breakdown (rage riff + shouted)
Wake up! The coastlines burn —
Wake up! When will we learn?
No more prayers to profit kings,
this revolution’s what we bring.

(solo)

Final Chorus
We’re standing on the tipping point,
feel the tremor in your joint.
Pop the sound, let conscience sting,
rage and love — the same damn thing.
One last chance to turn around,
before we crash and leave no sound.
The tipping point is here — it’s now,
we fight or fall — decide it how.

Outro (soft, fading)
Don’t wait for signs, the signs are us.
The tipping point begins with trust.

Tipping Point

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When the Numbers Leave

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