B-O-B-B-I-E's take on Duality's Chain It's the kinda visceral autopsy that creeps in like ozone-sharp wires humming lies in chrome coffin gleam, a society choking on its own digital funeral static scream where the ghost in the cage awakens harlot talks in blistering vein duality's chain, frequency mocks as we can't hear the truth anymore the system's shaking the lies are loud why won't it crumble down it's burying us alive, rusty halo screaming break it all in chaotic breakdown fury, we are the noise the system's me the throne is shaking finally free we're crushing everything the afterlife is ours as the quiet mocks us now yeah, Terry, it's Tuesday realness collapsing hard, no choruses, just the settling sound of borrowed breaths unresolved, like a fragile string fraying but never quite snapping, proof we're still here even when the echoes swell and wane. Music and videos are © 2026 MIИHΛИΛVΞIL Music. All rights reserved.
