[Intro] Follow the traces… Follow the traces… [Verse 1] Metropolises burning like altars of consumption, neon gods flicker in circuits of hunger. Algorithms weaving invisible prisons, while capital crowns itself silent emperor. Headlines dripping venom in digital weather, outrage traded like currency in storms. Fingers pointing outward at shadows and enemies, while the mirror stays quiet and nobody forms. [Pre-Chorus] A million voices screaming for justice somewhere, but who dares look inward and meet their own stare? [Chorus] Follow the traces. Follow the traces. Through the veins that pulse in the body of earth, rivers of money deciding our worth. Follow the traces. Follow the traces. Media threads in a web of disguise, politics dancing with puppeteer lies. History whispering blood into gold, thrones fall apart when the veils lose hold. Follow the traces. Follow the traces. Do not just curse the dark you see— trace the system and learn how to read. [Verse 2] Dive in the current where capital turns, through corridors silent where power still burns. Trace every narrative written in ink, who holds the pen that decides how we think? Wars carved in stone like heroic sagas, empires collapsing to dust in the ages. Every trail leads back to the source, where watchers observe and the hammer strikes force. [Pre-Chorus] The matrix dissolves when the code becomes clear, courage awakens the eyes that can hear. [Chorus] Follow the traces. Follow the traces. Through the veins that pulse in the body of earth, rivers of money deciding our worth. Follow the traces. Follow the traces. Media threads in a web of disguise, politics dancing with puppeteer lies. History whispering blood into gold, thrones fall apart when the veils lose hold. Follow the traces. Follow the traces. [Bridge] Now turn the flame to the chamber within, where hunger disguises the echo of need. Is it your voice calling out from the depth, or market illusions that planted the seed? Be radically honest, tear off the mask. Ask if the emptiness truly will last. The world isn’t born from shouting alone— it rises from actions you claim as your own. [Final Chorus] Follow the traces. Follow the traces. Until every road circles back to your soul. No savior descending, no throne to dethrone— systems collapse when the self is made whole. Follow the traces. Follow the traces. Become the fracture in darkness and lies. Become the question that power denies. Follow the traces.
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