‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙ They tell me I should be the bigger one, The stronger one — composed, restrained. They preach serenity they never sustain, Demand I kneel, stay calm, obey, As if my fire should fade away. I can’t. I tried. A curse no one understands inside. Why care? When all I gave turns to silence. Why share? When empathy dies in their defiance. They want a tamed beast, broken and weak, But I refuse to bleed just to make them speak. Little snakes sneer and slither, Hating what they fear to mirror. They call me mad, but who’s insane? Judging from their shallow frame. Fragile souls, starving for praise, Living fast, forgetting grace. Still you beg for your white knight, While living like insects in endless fight. Clinging to illusions of might, Blind in artificial light. The old ones never died — They multiplied, Now worshipping their plastic pride. Why care? I gave love, you gave disdain. Why share? When all that’s left is pain. I’ll burn through your hollow glare, Not for you — for the selfless out there. I don’t care anymore. I’ll do what I do, for something pure. You — fuck yourselves, you pests. Your world deserves its rest. Fade. Into. Noise. © 2025 Zarlax-Élyon Lyrics: Zarlax Music: SUNO AI Any reproduction, distribution, or broadcast without written permission is strictly prohibited. Non-commercial use is permitted with proper attribution. For any licensing or commercial use, contact: [email protected] "This chant is both machine and memory, flesh and circuit." ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙
