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** Music and Lyrics ** ** The Left Hand Tree ** ------------------------------ Barcoded ------------------------------ ©TheLeftHandTree https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree https://hyperfollow.com/TheLeftHandTree https://open.spotify.com/artist/5YZwC61jMSuTjAlDC6Vm1K https://www.youtube.com/@thelefthandtree Thanks for stopping by and checking out the track. === Rows of heads rise from the grey, bare, silent, their names erased. Barcodes glint under cold light, a sea of figures lost to the night. Pale domes tilt forward, their surfaces etched with black precision. Ink weaves a silent narrative a history traded for digits. No faces, no words, just the hum of conformity, the soft machinery of control pressing them into place. Eyes hidden in a blur of compliance, mouths still as stolen clocks. Their breaths serve the ledger, measured, counted, and taxed. The repetition grows, each figure indistinguishable, a human tide ebbing into anonymity. -- Do they know what was taken? Do they remember their skin unmarked, their voices unclaimed? You are owned, you are known, by the barcode carved in bone. Rows and lines, no voice, no face, a silent mark, a stolen place. Numbers hum where silence grows, a ledger’s weight no one chose. -- But what if ink could fade away, and flesh could find its rightful say? Beneath the lines, a spark takes flight, a flicker born in endless night. The figures press closer, their presence suffocates, rows blending into rows, an unbroken tide of compliance. And yet, beneath the ink, there’s something faint, a rhythm foreign to this silence, a heartbeat resisting the ledger’s pull. One figure shifts, barely visible, its barcode catching light in a different way. The monochrome wavers, the repetition stutters something beneath the surface yearns to rise. -- Do they know what was taken? Do they remember their skin unmarked, their voices unclaimed? You are owned, you are known, by the barcode carved in bone. Rows and lines, no voice, no face, a silent mark, a stolen place. Numbers hum where silence grows, a ledger’s weight no one chose. -- The monochrome lingers, its weight heavy, unbroken. But the pulse beneath, faint as it is, refuses to fade entirely. === ** Music and Lyrics ** ** The Left Hand Tree ** ------------------------------ Barcoded ------------------------------ ©TheLeftHandTree https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree