You preach

[Title: Chaos‑Code (The System’s Lullaby)] [Hook (8 bars – the “refrain that shatters the façade”)] Yo, you preach “order in the chaos,” but you’re just static— A broken algorithm, looped on repeat, erratic. You sell “free‑will” like a coupon for a chain, While the world freezes solid ’cause your logic’s insane. Speak in circles, claim you’re deep, but you’re shallow— A phantom script, a ghost in the matrix, callow. I rip the veil, expose the hype, no more disguise— Your philosophy’s a scam, watch the truth arise. [Verse 1 (16 bars - “System‑Critic Slaughter”)] You’re the textbook quote they hide in corporate slides, “Chaos births order”—a paradox they market as pride. But I’m the glitch that rewrites every line you signed, Turn the abstract into ash, let the rhetoric unwind. You talk “emerging free individual path” like it’s a gift, When the only thing emerging’s the debt you uplift. Courage‑fear balance? Nah, that’s a seesaw for clowns, You juggle moral ambiguity while the people drown. Your “happy life” is a promise sold to the naïve, A treadmill of hope where the exit’s a thief. No gratitude? You claim you never took a thing— Yet every breath you siphon, every soul you sting. You’re the invisible hand that never lifts the weight— A phantom in the shadows, a ghost that negotiates. When the world turns cold, you blame the “sheer suffering”— A tired excuse, a story you keep buffering. System critic? More like system‑enabler, Your words are scaffolding for the corporate fable‑er. I’m the demolition crew, wrecking walls you built, Your “order in chaos” is just a cheap quilt. [Chorus] Is that ok ? i mean, is that ok? i say no, i say STOP! I never ever, no minute, second, orany little part have for your shitty system shit no time you talk every time, on same way to death [Verse 2 (16 bars– “Unhuman Power Unplugged”)] You glorify “unhuman art” on a tinny stage, A circus of statistics, a corporate cage. Your power is a virus—spreads in every feed, A sterile epidemic of greed you never let bleed. “Take care what people of the World live in Pain,” You say it like a mantra, but you’re the chain. Your marketing offensive? It’s a war of lies, A stealthy siege where the soul’s the prize. You’re the puppet master with strings of “condition,” Binding masses in a loop of false cognition. Your “tiny place on ground” is a throne of ash, Where every step you take is a corporate splash. I’m the lyrical surgeon, scalpel sharp, precise, Cutting through your rhetoric, no need for dice. Your “extremely” is a whisper, a half‑baked scream— I’m the thunderbolt that ends the dream. Only one winner? Nah, you’re the loser’s muse, A cautionary tale the system will refuse. The user, the victim, the slave to your creed— I flip the script, let the oppressed finally bleed. Bridge – “Heartless Fake World” (8 bars) Heartless world, you paint it with fake gold, But I’m the acid rain that corrodes your hold. Every day you market pain like a brand new trend— I’m the audit that reveals the truth at the end. [Chorus] Is that ok ? i mean, is that ok? i say no, i say STOP! I never ever, no minute, second, orany little part have for your shitty system shit no time you talk every time, on same way to death [Verse 3 (16 bars – “The Final Deconstruction”)] You claim “Chaos is the order” like a broken compass, But I navigate the void, my GPS is ruthless. Your philosophy’s a house of cards in a hurricane, I’m the storm that shreds it, no more feigned. Every line you drop is a hook without a hook— A baited trap for the weak, a counterfeit book. I flip the pages, rewrite the ending’s fate, Your “systemic freedom” is just a locked gate. Your “balanced fear” is a myth you sold to the crowd, A lullaby for the masses, hushed and too loud. I’m the alarm clock, ringing truth on the block, While you’re still dreaming in your mental lock. No more “take nothing for granted,” you say— Yet you’ve taken our patience, our hope, our day. Now I raise the mic, I let the world hear— Your empire of nonsense is crumbling, dear. From the ashes of your discourse, a phoenix will rise, Freed from your jargon, from your empty disguise. Your “order in the chaos”—just an echo, a sigh— I’m the final verdict, the last goodbye. [Outro Hook (8 bars - reprise, darker, final blow)] You sold a lie, now watch it combust, Your system’s cracked, it turned to dust. Chaos claimed you, order ripped you apart— Your empire fell, I own the heart.