I used to feel, I used to say there were reasons for the world this way. Now it’s pain and bloodthirsty fucks, shooting down what’s left of us. No aim, no care, no pity left. You or AI—lame at best. The charm is gone, the sitch is dead, a billion tombs inside my head. The world aches, so do I. Nobody hears your alibi. You let me down, you let it drown, you watch the whole thing going down. The planet’s left to take the black pill, and she’s got your face. Evolution hits like a hand across the human race. Life— not another fucking show. You say you’re proud; I say you know. Change won’t kill like dues. Stalling won’t do shit for you. Money talks, the profit grows, and blood keeps soaking through the clothes. Not flesh squared, just a cold button to push. My business, my cells, my flesh, my neck— seared every time you say “hush.” No sexy, just carnage. No clean beneath the stench. Your path is carved into the iron, nickel at the core, deep enough to prove you left the guns firing at my door. You haunt my dreams, my aspirations, what I gained. You watch me silent save for screams. Life— not another fucking show. I’m still here. You should know.
