💫Cherry Soda v1

[Intro] Clever feels great. Makes me feel smart. [small pause] Dirty little secret— it always wants applause. [Verse 1] Tell me I'm brilliant. Say I'm right. Chasing reflection. Ignoring the light. So much for insight. Brain on fire as I fall apart. I know where this goes. Pattern's obvious. Snares me anyway. [Pre-Chorus] I can name the mechanism. I can watch it operate. Knowing why I want it I still can't negate. The drive. [Hook] Clever feels good. Clever gets fed. Shiny gold star for the little girl in my head. Tell me I'm brilliant. Tell me I'm right. I'll explain the chemical trap as I step inside... and slide the latch. [Verse 2] No ivory tower. No moral pose. Just lexicological design making me feel that I know. Just a mammal. With fancy words. Bargaining for another reward. [brief silence] [sarcastic cynicism] Very sophisticated. [Hook — more compulsive, certain] CLEVER FEELS GOOD. CLEVER GETS FED. GOLD STAR. GOOD GIRL. PAT THE HEAD. TELL ME I'M BRILLIANT. TELL ME I'M RIGHT. I know I'm talking to myself. Still can't shut up. [Instrumental Break] [Glitched fragments drift through the stereo field] clever— brilliant— right— reward— good mammal— right— right— r-r-right— [Bridge] Truth never asked to fit my frame. Never needed my ontological campaign. The planet turns on its rotation curve, still unimpressed by my verified worth. [Breakdown] World keeps going. Always did. [long pause] I know. I know. [smaller] That's the point. [Outro] Not every thought needs my... [3 pulse beats] ep-i-STEM-ic... monologue. [long pause] Not every thought— [fragment glitches and disappears]