В благодарность за совместную коллаборацию с @svambahi. Она два дня терпела интенсивное погружение в агрессивный киберпанк при создание совместного трека— титаническая выдержка. 🙏 [Intro] Thank you for choosing our premium lifestyle package. [Verse 1] My skin is shrink-wrapped.Tight. Clean. I don't remember when I last felt the air. My thoughts— bubble-wrapped, safe, small — I sell them.Piece by piece. Until there's nothing left to sell. My spine's a barcode. My heart— a tag. A premium model. Starting to sag. [Pre-Chorus] They promised:“This will make you light.” The packaging is so bright. But I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Something inside is breaking. [Chorus] Rip the plastic off my bones. Tear the labels from my soul. I'm not your product on the shelf— I'm not a product. I don't know what I am. But I can feel it trying to break through. This human packaging is a lie— A silent,hollow, endless “buy”. I.won’t. consume. myself. Tonight. [Verse 2] My dreams are cardboard.Flat and neat. Stacked in a warehouse,cold and deep. My love comes with a user guide. A limited offer.Set aside. And in the mirror— a branded face. Leased happiness. A marketplace. [Bridge] I can hear it…under the foam… a heartbeat. Not a notification.A beat. I can feel it…under the gloss… a crack. Not synthetic.Not smooth. Real.Imperfect. Rough. I want my scars back. I want my scars back. [Chorus — Variation] Rip the plastic off my bones. Scan this pain you can't control. I'm not your product,not your trend. This empty shell is at its end. This human packaging— a coffin. A debt that I refuse to pay. I am not a product. I am a defect. I am the error. I am what they couldn't package. [Outro] There's a crack. There's cold air. It smells like rain. Like earth. Like something I forgot I knew. It's mine. …transmission ends. ダニング＝クルーガー効果の逆
