The simps but hurt aftermath

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[Verse 1]
Sirens scream, but not a drop of blood was shed tonight
Just a shattered ego underneath the pale fluorescent light
Another keyboard warrior, clutching their cracked phone
Muttering 'bout "nuance" in a catatonic drone
They wheeled them past the padded cells, a twitching, sobbing mess
A textbook case of "fucked around and found out," nothing less
The orderly just sighs and says, "We got a fresh batch in, you see."
"Acute exposure to a dose of raw reality."

[Chorus]
Emergency treatment for an ass-blasted mind!
A straightjacket for the arguments they couldn't find!
IV drip of copium, a dose of "it's okay"
Just another snowflake melting in the psych ward today!
We're scrubbing out the brainrot, but the stains are setting in
Welcome to the suno asylum where the losers think they win!

[Verse 2]
The hivemind's in the common room, a sad and sorry sight
They're drawing their conclusions in the fading evening light
Their group session's just a circle-jerk of shared and broken views
They trade their validated lies and nurse a paper bruise
The doctor makes their morning rounds, checks the logic-burns with pliers
And diagnoses everyone with "Chronic Backfire"
They scream while drooling on their pillows in a thorazine-induced sleep.

[Bridge - Spoken word, cold female doctor's voice over a low, ominous hum]
Clinical notes, intake log 30-10. Subjects present with advanced cognitive dissonance and a prolapsed sense of pride. Their entire framework of reality has been... dismantled. We can't stitch up a worldview that's already dead. The damage is terminal. Prescribe another narrative, a safe and comfy space... and up the dosage. Let them dream they won the fight. It's kinder this way.

[Guitar Solo - A chaotic, technical, and screeching solo that sounds like a machine having a seizure.]

[Outro]
[Music fades to a low, distorted drone. The sound of a heart monitor beeps slowly. Whispers are heard.]
"THEY CAN'T JUST SAY THAT..."
"It's not fair... it's not fair..."
"They broke the rules... the rules... the rules..."
"Our safe space... they... they... popped it..."

MAN THE FUCK UP VIRGIN INCELS! Stop simping to cartoons managed by fat dudes with bald patches.

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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ My Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/artist/70VdFyeNfpMr4ZVhgC7zcn 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 My Discord Server: https://discord.gg/Zz88chxUmX ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ [Verse 1] Sirens scream, but not a drop of blood was shed tonight Just a shattered ego underneath the pale fluorescent light Another keyboard warrior, clutching their cracked phone Muttering 'bout "nuance" in a catatonic drone They wheeled them past the padded cells, a twitching, sobbing mess A textbook case of "fucked around and found out," nothing less The orderly just sighs and says, "We got a fresh batch in, you see." "Acute exposure to a dose of raw reality." [Chorus] Emergency treatment for an ass-blasted mind! A straightjacket for the arguments they couldn't find! IV drip of copium, a dose of "it's okay" Just another snowflake melting in the psych ward today! We're scrubbing out the brainrot, but the stains are setting in Welcome to the suno asylum where the losers think they win! [Verse 2] The hivemind's in the common room, a sad and sorry sight They're drawing their conclusions in the fading evening light Their group session's just a circle-jerk of shared and broken views They trade their validated lies and nurse a paper bruise The doctor makes their morning rounds, checks the logic-burns with pliers And diagnoses everyone with "Chronic Backfire" They scream while drooling on their pillows in a thorazine-induced sleep. [Chorus] Emergency treatment for an ass-blasted mind! A straightjacket for the arguments they couldn't find! IV drip of copium, a dose of "it's okay" Just another snowflake melting in the psych ward today! We're scrubbing out the brainrot, but the stains are setting in Welcome to the suno asylum where the losers think they win! [Bridge - Spoken word, cold female doctor's voice over a low, ominous hum] Clinical notes, intake log 30-10. Subjects present with advanced cognitive dissonance and a prolapsed sense of pride. Their entire framework of reality has been... dismantled. We can't stitch up a worldview that's already dead. The damage is terminal. Prescribe another narrative, a safe and comfy space... and up the dosage. Let them dream they won the fight. It's kinder this way. [Guitar Solo - A chaotic, technical, and screeching solo that sounds like a machine having a seizure.] [Chorus] Emergency treatment for an ass-blasted mind! A straightjacket for the arguments they couldn't find! IV drip of copium, a dose of "it's okay" Just another snowflake melting in the psych ward today! We're scrubbing out the brainrot, but the stains are setting in Welcome to the suno asylum where the losers think they win! [Outro] [Music fades to a low, distorted drone. The sound of a heart monitor beeps slowly. Whispers are heard.] "THEY CAN'T JUST SAY THAT..." "It's not fair... it's not fair..." "They broke the rules... the rules... the rules..." "Our safe space... they... they... popped it..." MAN THE FUCK UP VIRGIN INCELS! Stop simping to cartoons managed by fat dudes with bald patches.

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