[INTRO - Whispered, Detached Tone] Yeah... Don't attach... don't attach... They want your soul in a batch... Shhh. [VERSE 1 - Low, Paranoid Flow / Conversational] Don't attach to the egregore, man, that's a soul trap, Group mind, group think, where the whole at? They feed you a flag and a slogan, you hold that, You think you woke but you woke in a cult nap. Hive mind hummin', buzzin' in your ear, Same script, same chant, same fear, You a cell in a body you didn't volunteer, You pray to a god that your timeline engineered. They say "we the ones," yeah, that's bait, son, You join for the love then you stay for the hate, son, Your thoughts ain't yours, they been shaped, son, Cut the cord, cut the cord, escape, son. [HOOK - Melodic / Anthemic, Auto-tuned pain] DON'T ATTACH TO THE EGREGORE! Build your own mind, let your own soul soar! They want a clone, they want a little more, Break the spell, kick down the door! DON'T ATTACH TO THE EGREGORE! They in the comments, they in the war, Create your own mind, what you waitin' for? Create your own mind! [VERSE 2 - Aggressive, Double-time / Angry] I SEVER THE SIGNAL, I CUT OFF THE FEED, I AIN'T NO FOLLOWER, I AIN'T NO SEED, THEY HARVEST ATTENTION, THEY HARVEST YOUR NEED, TO BELONG TO SOMETHIN' BIGGER - THAT'S WEED! Psychic parasite, egregore heavy, Pushin' on your chest when you try to get ready, Tell you who to hate, tell you who is petty, Tell you that you righteous, tell you that you steady! BUT YOU SHAKIN'! YOU A PUPPET ON A STRING! SAME TALKING POINTS THAT THE HIVE MIND BRING! REAL FREEDOM HURT, THAT FREEDOM STING, WHEN YOU GOT TO THINK FOR YOURSELF, KING! [BRIDGE - Calm, Enlightened, Spoken Word over just piano] Hold up. Breathe. See, an egregore is just a thought-form that got too big. Born from belief, fed by your clicks. Every like is a brick. Every share is a prayer. You keep buildin' a prison and callin' it somewhere. So unplug. [VERSE 3 - Trippy, Flow Switch / Lo-Fi & Wavy] Yeah, off-grid mind, third eye offline then online, Own code, own rhyme, own shrine, own time, Don't need a tribe to tell me I'm divine, I talk to the source, direct line, no co-sign. I was lost in the swarm, yeah, I lost in the storm, Wearin' other men's uniforms to stay warm, But that coat ain't fit, that's a norm deform, I took it off, stood naked in my true form. Now I move sovereign, mind quiet, mind clean, Not left, not right, not in-between, I am the author of the unseen scene, Creator, not creature in the machine. [HOOK 2 - Choir + Heavy 808s / Powerful] DON'T ATTACH TO THE EGREGORE! (Don't attach!) CREATE YOUR OWN MIND! (Your own mind!) THEY FEED ON YOUR RAGE, THEY FEED ON YOUR PAIN! STARVE THE BEAST, LET THE BEAST DIE! DON'T ATTACH TO THE EGREGORE! CREATE YOUR OWN MIND! [VERSE 4 - Final Boss Flow / Confident, Slow & Heavy Boom Bap] Yeah. I am not your echo chamber. I am not your soldier, not your stranger. I am the danger to the manger, That feeds you thoughts you can't endanger. So I write my own scripture, paint my own picture, My mind is a temple, not a mixture, Of everybody's anger, everybody's fixture, I broke the spell, now I'm the fixer. Don't attach. Detach. Observe. Create. Don't react. Retract. Preserve. Be great. The egregore dies when you stop givin' it plate, Your own mind is the path, your own mind is the gate. [OUTRO - Whispered again, beat fades to vinyl crackle] Create your own mind... Create your own mind... Don't attach.
