[Intro] [Glitchy distorted synths] [Deep processed voice] Stagnation... Spiritual freeze. You call it discipline. I call it slow self‑betrayal. Listen. [Verse 1] [Deep Raspy Voice] Repetition without love, that’s a faithless kind of rest, A dead-eyed grind with your spirit suppressed. Brushing your teeth on a rigid timeline, Roboting the mind, marching in line. You think you’re creative? You think you are free? You’re just the product they programmed you to be. If you miss the routine, you panic, you shake, Afraid of the silence, afraid to awake. Discipline is a cage where awareness degrades, A data‑driven prison built on market-made shades. [Chorus] [Catchy Hypnotic Hook] [Distorted Melodic Auto-tune] Flying down the highway, two hundred on the dash, A car driven by a chimp, rushing to a crash! DNA at the wheel, the animal runs the track, While your True Self is gagged in the back! You think you’re alive ‘cause the body still moves? A lobotomized robot is all that you prove! (Yeah, straight up!) [Verse 2] [Fast Aggressive Off-beat Flow] Shoutout to the factory line of Mr. Average, Copy‑paste lives, silent inner carnage. Too scared to breathe outside of the scheme, Renting their judgment, leasing your dream. Even your sex is a habit, a mechanical addiction, Rabbit-fast friction, pixel porn prediction! No meeting of souls, no conscious design, Just a DNA script, stamped on the line! Intimacy as clothing, off‑the‑rack fashion, Blank, tranquilized, amputating real passion! If you drop the mask, they brand you insane, A clinical problem for cutting their chain! [Verse 3] [Explosive Vocal Delivery] Energy exchange is hijacked by the dark, Scroll-glazed eyes that can’t see the spark. You want to smoke? Then smoke with your soul! Stop letting dead reflexes patrol. Every action must carry your true signature, Not the animal reflex, not the corporate scripture. Kick off the safety rails, risk the fall, Intuition is the voice that outlives them all! [Beat Switch] [Bridge] [Pitched-down reverb, space ambience] So go wash your teeth. Blend into the crowd. Be a trained drone, Obedient and proud. But don’t call it life, Don’t call it mature. It’s just a cage Where you feel secure. [Outro] [Whisper over heavy industrial bass] Born an original... Dying a copy. Human by DNA... Robot by habit. This is your last warning: Take back the wheel from the chimp. [End]
