Future rockstar, black-star bastard, Antichrist grin with a six-string blaster. Outside Guadalajara, midnight heat— Jet-fuel breath rolling over the street. **[Verse 1]** I landed where the runway bled smoke in the rain, Chemical clouds putting rust in my brain. That sewage-sweet stench had a poisonous punch, Like the whole damn future got left out to rot. I pulled out Suno, made the sirens sing, Put the smell in a spell with a stadium swing. Every kick screamed, “Look what the silence allowed,” Every snare struck shame through the face of the crowd. **[Pre-Chorus]** Don’t scroll. Don’t shrug. Don’t call it someone else’s blood. When the poison fills the air we share, Doing nothing is a choice—beware. **[Chorus]** The smell was so sinful it fractured time, Aliens came back from twenty ninety-nine. Silver ships split the Guadalajara night, Cleaning every gutter in ultraviolet light. They said, “We crossed centuries following this song— The warning was clear, but you waited too long.” Future rockstar with the Antichrist sound: “If you heard this truth and did nothing, you’re bound.” **[Verse 2]** They wore mirror masks and magnetic boots, With cosmic filters growing crystalline roots. They drank down the toxins, dismantled the haze, Then projected our apathy across the skyways. Every listener’s face in a hologram flame, Every silent official with a timestamped name. Not guilty for breathing, not guilty for fear— Guilty when the evidence screams and you refuse to hear. I’m the bad-ass omen with the black leather wings, Not here for worship—I’m here to make alarms ring. Call me Antichrist because I challenge your calm, While the air chokes children beneath airport palms. **[Pre-Chorus]** Don’t scroll. Don’t shrug. Don’t let convenience become the drug. Make the call. Raise the proof. Make the powerful produce the truth. **[Chorus]** The smell was so sinful it fractured time, Aliens came back from twenty ninety-nine. Silver ships split the Guadalajara night, Cleaning every gutter in ultraviolet light. They said, “We crossed centuries following this song— The warning was clear, but you waited too long.” Future rockstar with the Antichrist sound: “If you heard this truth and did nothing, you’re bound.” **[Bridge]** Test the water. Trace the waste. Name the source and make them face Every breath, every burn, every bitter cloud— Justice gets louder when the witnesses get loud. Post the proof. Protect the poor. Demand clean air outside every door. The aliens shouldn’t have to travel through time To clean up yesterday’s corporate crime. **[Breakdown]** No savior ships. No future fix. No cosmic crew Should do this for you. The song is the siren. The listener decides: Stand with the living— Or stand with the lies. **[Final Chorus]** The smell was so sinful it fractured time, Aliens came back from twenty ninety-nine. But they left us the tools and erased their light— Said, “Now clean your world. Make the poisoned air right.” Future rockstar, black-star broadcast, Antichrist anthem from the runway blast. Once you know, you can’t hide underground— Hear the truth, take action, turn the whole thing around. **[Outro]** Outside Guadalajara, engines ignite. One song cuts through the chemical night. The future came back—but it won’t come twice. Clean air is a right. Silence has a price.
