Black Blues

betrayed

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#Verse #1
They can move away, but cannot escape,
Now they're caught in the net, no debate, sealed fate,
I'm hustlin' in the shadows, playin' games with the snakes,
But the karma's like a bullet, now they feelin' the weight,
Bad moves, bad grooves, now fuckers are payin' dues,
It's a gamble, roll the dice and they're losin' their shoes,
No more flashin' cash for you or livin' lavish,
I caught you up in the trap, now it's ashes to ashes!

#Chorus
Run!
Run motherfucker!

#Verse #2
No mercy for those dicks, the fakes and the frauds,
I'm exposing their tricks and dropping the cards,
They think they own the game, but they’re playing with fire,
I'm the voice of the voiceless, lifting them higher,
These idiots got no heart, just a hollow inside,
Now I’m the voice of truth, I won't let it slide,
They manipulate, dominate, control and deceive,
So I’m dropping a message - make the blind ones perceive!

#Chorus

#Bridge
I'm your nightmare that you can't shake,
You're my fuckin' slave!
Don't forget about that,
I'm so close to you,
you can feel my breath,
So keep on runnin',
'Cause i'm the bringer of death!

#Chorus

Run!

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My head needs a panic room
(a panic room)

The world is vast
Why do I think you matter?
I’ve learned to pass
But inside my wits scatter

My skin itches
When any rube leaves out subtext
My lip twitches
Denies them subtle context

Stimulation’s a form of manipulation
Agitation is a word for castigation
Strangulation's preferred over determination

Drag the night across my face
Burn out stars behind my eyes
Shut it down, make it fade
Maybe then I won’t mind

Drag the night across my face
Burn out stars behind my eyes
Shut it down, make it fade
Maybe then I won’t mind

You bring your noise
When dead spaces are too loud
You raise your voice
And I scream through a deaf crowd

I seek solace
But nerve endings just began
I plead sureness
Like certainty has a chance

Stimulation’s a form of manipulation
Agitation is a word for castigation
Strangulation's preferred over determination

Drag the night across my face
Burn out stars behind my eyes
Shut it down, make it fade
Maybe then I won’t mind

Drag the night across my face
Burn out stars behind my eyes
Shut it down, make it fade
Maybe then I won’t mind

Honestly, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once have I thought myself into it.

Drag the night across my face
Burn out stars behind my eyes
Shut it down, make it fade
Maybe then I won’t mind

Drag the night across my face
Burn out stars behind my eyes
Shut it down, make it fade
Maybe then I won’t mind

My head needs a panic room
(A panic room)
My head needs a panic room
(A panic room)

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Spoken word credit: Jonathan Safran Foer
Chorus credit: The Soundry (https://suno.com/@thesoundry)

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Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

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