New Cure-Click Here

Copyright © 2025. All rights reserved NEKROM (suno.com/@nnekrom) [New cure-click here - NEKROM] [Intro] ¡Oh-oh-na-na! Hey! New cure! ¡Na-na-na-na! Hey! Found by the Pope’s cousin from Uganda! [Verse 1: fast, syncopated] Every day I wake up, read a brand new “fact”, “A vaccine that makes your bald head grow back!” Headlines screaming in red and yellow tones, “Click now! Miracle cure for your broken bones!” But there’s no truth, no depth, no respect, Just hollow words the editor barely checked. A cure that never was, a crime that never came, And you just share it like it’s gospel in God's name. [Pre-Chorus: sarcastic delivery] I swear I saw a cure in Uganda, Found by the Pope’s cousin from Iganga! Five whole paragraphs with zero to say, And a big fat button shouting “CLICK HERE TODAY!” [Chorus: serious, angry tone] I’m sick of all these lies disguised as news, Filthy headlines killing what’s true. No more stories that just dance around, No more fake news dressed up and loud! We’re done with poorly written clickbait fraud, If you want some cash—go work a real job! [Verse 2: intense, punk groove] They sell you photos that never existed, Tears from a face that AI twisted. It crafts a tale you cry along, But it's nothing more than a photoshopped con. Politicians shout with no proof in hand, And media echoes like a marching band. An ocean of data rotten with intent, When did we stop caring where the reason went? [Bridge: urgent, punk breakdown] It's not just a click, it's a bleeding wound, The death of thought in a digital tomb. They laugh at you, the reader who won’t think, And you pay them more every time you blink. They sold us dreams of global connection, Left us drowning in disinformation. A digital hell where all is fake, And knowledge is worthless, for profits' sake. [Chorus: repeat with more intensity] I’m sick of all these lies disguised as news, Filthy headlines killing what’s true. No more stories that just dance around, No more fake news dressed up and loud! We’re done with poorly written clickbait fraud, If you want some cash—go work a real job! [Breakdown: somber, slower pace, spoken rhythm] Where is the truth, if no one looks for it? Where did respect for the reader quit? We’re fed crumbs of shallow distraction, Then blamed for spreading the disinformation. [Final Chorus: explosive, shouted] Enough of this garbage on every site! No more lies dressed up in light! No more portals that deceive for pay! No more fake truth parading every day! [Outro: sarcastic tone, ska instrumental behind] Wow! That girl wants to meet me now! She lives nearby! She’s hot! Holy cow! There’s a cure for Zura the mosquito plague, A professor in Tunga made it backstage! [End: spoken, with ironic delivery] Clickbait journalists... Enough of the scam! This ain’t news—it’s just a digital sham. And by the way… That single girl near you? She’s not real, my friend. But your credit card? That’s where the clicks end.