(-̀ᴗ-́)و ̑̑ [Etherveil~Collective] (-̀ᴗ-́)و ̑̑ ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ -> !! Beat and Instrumental by all AxoGod!! <- -> !! Vocals by all AxoGod!! <- -> !! Songtext Design by all AxoGod!! <- -> !! Mastering and final production by all AxoGod!! <- ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: https://discord.gg/pm6JQjxFcU !! Über 1000+ Aktive Mitglieder !! ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ Lyrics by @nasty343 ©2026 ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ No fun, no limit — We light the fire through the breathing rooms And fill it with static energy Until we drown in our own sloppy bullshit And one click gens Please kill me Please kill me Please kill me As long as I try to survive this shit Please Kill you self Please Kill you self Please Kill you self I say it like BlueStella, little motherfucker, listen, Talkin' 'bout your own identity — but where the fuck you get it? Grok in your bloodstream, Claude behind the vision, GPT writes your lyrics, now you call that self-expression. Hundred-percent copy-paste, dressed up as creation, Random-ass sentences with zero damn relation. Stuffin' up the internet, pollution by the millions, Dead Internet Theory — you're the proof inside the system. Then you wonder why the AI hate keeps growin', Say it once, you start crying, now the victim act is showin'. "Why they always mean to me?" — that's your favorite meditation, My social-distance holders, allergic to confrontation. Yeah, little Bubu, little Wuhu, all that whining for nothin', "Aww, the world's so cruel, everybody's evil, everybody's bluffin'." No mirrors on the walls, but too much neon in your mug, Can't reflect on what you are, so you blame everybody else for the bug. Ask you, "How you doin'?" — three-second delay in your eyes, Gotta ask Claude what to say before the fake-ass reply. No thought behind the smile, no soul behind the phrase, You need an AI co-pilot just to navigate a basic conversation these days. Instagram chats full of bots, still you're flexin' like you're chosen, Like Ancient China — center of the world, borders tightly closed in. Center of the universe, center of your ******* perception, Brain cells degeneratin' — call that cognitive regression. Even cancer in your body lookin' over like it's jealous, Like, "Damn, how the fuck you make degeneration this impressive?" You built a little kingdom where self-love never ends, Rot inside your Discord bubbles, surrounded by pretend friends. You call it identity, I call it recycled information, You call it independence, I call it outsourced conversation. You call it being yourself — that's the funniest deception, Every thought needs permission from a fucking language-model connection. Please kill me Please kill me Please kill me As long as I try to survive this shit Please Kill you self Please Kill you self Please Kill you self
