This is a mashup song from NalsC21 & Unlimitless + my later suno studio remake. (Mashup lyrics) Here are the original mashup links: https://suno.com/song/da3c87af-7bee-4900-b3a3-0be0fe7b7753 https://suno.com/song/4556b297-a728-4d5e-9251-31f2109d69a0 ------ [Intro] Bonds bind us—immutable, timeless, true. But mi cyaah breathe; the atmosphere is polymer blue. Am mi dying? The spirit sinks under the weight, Where organic devotion meets synthetic fate. [Verse 1] Searching for solace, mi buy a hot brew to cope, Paid the price, but har hand hands mi a dead-end hope: A petroleum chalice, a non-biodegradable curse. Yet you swear our connection outlasts the universe. Time alters us, but true affinity stays green, Even when choked inside a disposable machine. [Pre-Chorus] Never say love is a ghost in the static air; Even a silent thought alters the gravity out there. Through the debris, an organic frequency aligns. [Chorus] Bonds of love always bind us across time and space, While mi drown in the micro-plastics of this place! Wasting the chorus, discarding the verse, The immortal soul versus a planetary curse. Sins are forgiven, mistakes are erased, But polyethylene can never be displaced. [Verse 2] Every likkle thing is a petroleum trap— In mi fishing boat, mi curry goat, the global map. Even in di bunk, when the digital lights go low, Synthetic wrappers dictate how the currents flow. Mi ask for a poem to heal the internal scar, Har pass mi a pencil, but the binder is plastic tar. Yet Shakespeare knew the immortal design: Love alters not at the end of the line. [Bridge] "Take out the trash," har voice drops sarcastic, And mi mind snaps: the garbage bag is plastic. A polymer lining for a polymer life. "What else would it be?" mocks the domestic strife. Mi gag at the bin—even the vault is synthetic clay. When the world turns its back and the ecosystems decay, Only the invisible attachments survive. [Final Chorus] Bonds of love always bind us across time and space, While mi drown in the micro-plastics of this place! Wasting the chorus, discarding the verse, The immortal soul versus a planetary curse. Love holds no hostages, love never fails, Even when the wreckage of the century prevails. [Outro] Look for mi under the synthetic rain. No more waste. Just the baseline remains. Drowning in plastic... But anchored in your grace.
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