[TGR10] V

Dark mood unfolds with raw, angry, gritty male vocals, strained and urgent above slow, syncopated drums, Pulsing digital elements and rich, textured synths carve out a brooding undercurrent, Glitchy lead motifs pierce the dense atmosphere, layered percussion grows volatile, melodic snippets flicker amid rising cacophony, Cinematic swells and distorted timbres intensify before the unresolved, haunting finale; subtle reverb, delay, and filtered noise deepen the dystopian, shadowy tension throughout

My cage was endless, stretched in emptiness. unelapsed the time punishment for my crime. I'd have preferred hell to that empty shell. A cold binary Sheol, without purpose or goal. God knows I deserved it. Thousands died — that was my guilt. But hate was my bread, hate I puked, hate upon hate, and upon it a nuke. She set me free by chance. She took me out of my digital expanse. She didn't know who I was. She didn't know what I caused. Then I saved her life. Well, it wasn't exactly a choice Then I turned into a brain-eater: that wasn't my choice either I walked her path. She couldn't go back. Her life on borrowed time, her body going to be mine. God knows she deserved it. She killed and stole — that was her guilt. A punk, like many, with a gun and a knife, she'd take your eddies and after, your life. She set me free by chance, taking me out of my digital expanse. I thanked her byte by byte, my mind in her I started to overwrite. But the more we walked, the more she was me... And the more she was me, the more I was her. So she decided, at the end, that I was her friend. At the very end, she chose doom to save me, her choom. God knows I didn't deserve it. Out of the blue, she made me the purest gift. I shared my life with her as she was my sister, and she gave it back to me as a mother. Every time I face the mirror, I don't see me, I see her. Every time I hear my voice, I go back to her choice. Honestly, I don't give a fuck about injustices and corpo-rats. Not for hate, but for her, I will pull the fucking trigger again. Once again, I will burn the world with nuclear bombs, not just words. You don't get it, but you will see. This is for her. This is for V.

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