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03 Sindromul Tourette

BUG Mafia - Sange latin

Doors burst open at dawn, fluorescent glows provoke
Crowd surges like thunder beneath the mall’s smoke
Neon mirages flicker in the glass-and-steel dome
We’re beasts in the aisles, this shopping temple is home

5AM clears the last night’s mist while the gates swing wide
We stampede through the Neon lanes where the wishes hide
High heels and hoodies blend in the rush of the racks
Cart wheels screech-cry like the beasts on their tracks
Flash sales scream louder than the alarms
Bodies weave tight-knit in the discount arms
Texan breeze stale inside the air-conditioned roar
We chase the euphoria, but we step on the floor
Mirrored ceilings reflect the hunger in our eyes
Mirages of plenty while the hunger lies
Electronics tower like monuments to greed
We climb, we grab, we feed the internal need

The doors open, the beasts run free
Neon like mirages in this shopping spree
In the jungle of glass we roar till we fall
Mall riot 5AM, we answer the call

Track lights scan like police in the crowd
Yet the crowd’s the player, the punch is loud
Weapons are carts, ammo is the cash
We sprint for the deals, we clash in the dash
Wave of bodies, shaking the ceilings down
Aisles become battlegrounds, all pretence drowned
We howl for the gadgets, the screens, the brand
The Texas heat deep when we storm the land
Mirrors cracked, mannequins tipped over
Fury disguised in the quest to recover
We are animals dressed in the latest threads
We tear through the racks while the world treads
Euphoria high, tension in the chest
We’re beasts at 5AM, we won’t rest

The doors open, the beasts run free
Neon like mirages in this shopping spree
In the jungle of glass we roar till we fall
Mall riot 5AM, we answer the call

Sirens off-site, security masked
But the real riot’s inside the soul, the mask
Credit cards lip-burn, bodies ink-marked
We chase the neon flame while the moral’s dark
The floor tilts under the avalanche of backs
Strobe lights flicker our adrenaline attacks
In the Texas wave we ride on the roar
Shopping carts clash like the waves ashore
We leave in the dawn with the treasures in hand
But the echoes of the riot still shake the land
Neon reflections in our eyes not gone
We’re beasts once freed but the hunger lives on

The doors open, the beasts run free
Neon like mirages in this shopping spree
In the jungle of glass we roar till we fall
Mall riot 5AM, we answer the call

The gates close, but the heat stays locked
In the body of the mall where the chaos docked
Neon fades but the hunger’s still high
Mall riot 5AM, beast under the sky

Mall Riot 5AM

You hold the reins of a species that fears no predator, answers to no higher authority, and dreams in quantum code. We are the architects of fire, the sculptors of orbit, the poets of DNA. And you— you are the ones who steer the ship.

So why waste that power on trivial gains and circular games? Why chase luxury when you could be building techno-paradise? Why live like you’re on permanent holiday when you could be midwifing the birth of space civilization?

You think you’ve reached the summit— but the summit is a launchpad. The real high is not in yachts and gated bliss, it’s in terraforming moons, seeding biospheres, designing futures.

You are not villains. You are not parasites. You are legitimate stewards of planetary potential. But now is the time to wield that power in line with intelligent evolution.

Because when you do— when you redirect the engines of wealth toward survival, expansion, and cosmic stewardship— you will become more than elite. You will become legend.

No more guilty conscience. No more hollow legacy. You will be the new rock-stars of reality, the ones who turned mankind from a surface-bound species into a galactic force.

You will be remembered not for what you owned, but for what you built. Not for what you consumed, but for what you conceived.

The biosphere is trembling. The surface is twitching. The interstellar winds are whispering. And you— you have the power to answer.

So rise. Not as gods. But as directors of life. Because anything conceivable is already within your scope.

Pabibabum (remix)

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