Stone Skipped Entropy

𝜟𝒎𝜼𝜺𝒔𝒊𝜶𝝇

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𝜟𝒎𝜼𝜺𝒔𝒊𝜶𝝇

electro rap, electro, vaporwave dnb

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[INTRO]
[Audio: Sonar cristallin, vent de néon, bruit de pages qui brûlent]
[Voice: Murmure clinique, froid, dépourvu de réverbération]
"History isn't written by the winners. It’s written by the silent.
Look at your hands. The poison isn't being forced on you.
You are drinking it... and asking for a refill."
[VERSE 1 : THE SENSORY COMPLICITY]
[Liquid DnB Beat - Propre, implacable]
Poison for the senses, a choice you made,
A comfortable debt that will never be paid.
Venom for the heart, a clinical retreat,
Finding the glory in a total defeat.
Morning, noon and night, the dosage is your law,
Licking the metal of the velvet claw.
No one is drowning you, you’ve chosen the deep,
Lulled by the static in a voluntary sleep.
Control of the words, a lock on the mind,
The Poison is the comfort that you’ve designed.
[CHORUS : THE MIRROR OF VOID]
[Explosion sonore cristalline - Synthés "Glassy" - Immense Reverb]
Poison everywhere, every second, every breath!
A sophisticated dance on the edge of a death!
You are the architect, the needle and the vein,
Polishing the shackles, celebrating the pain!
(Vocal Chop: Wake... wake... up... now...)
[VERSE 2 : THE MECHANICAL SURRENDER]
[Flow Rapide / Technique / Glitchy]
Mechanical poison, biological, pure,
An algorithmic cancer with no interest in a cure.
White-collar vultures, Borgias of the screen,
But you’re the one who keeps the machine so clean.
Wallowing in the abyss of a hollowed-out greed,
Swallowing the bile on which the monsters feed.
Mercenary liars, burners of the scrolls,
You handed them the matches, you handed them your souls.
From the Bushes to the Borgias, the dynasties align,
Because you bowed your head and said: 'This is fine'.
[BRIDGE : THE CORPSE OF WILL]
[Halftime Breakdown - Basses abyssales - Silence lourd]
[Voice: Flow s'accélère, saccadé, violent]
The carcass of the world is twitching in the light,
A puppet of the day, a terror of the night.
Built on stolen lands, on the ghosts of the past,
The Prince didn’t win, you just made the bondage last.
A century from the Light, a theocracy of gloom,
You’re the one who locked the door of the room.
From the first stone laid to the cross on the hill,
The only real poison... is your own lack of will.
[VERSE 3 : THE FINAL SLAP]
[Retour du Beat - Puissance Maximale]
Poison of the path that was already paved,
A Silk Road for the souls that don't want to be saved.
Matrix of vacuity, a Demiurge with no face,
A people made of paper, proud of their disgrace.
Welcome to the Void, the sterilized decree,
Where you hold the cage and you throw away the key.
Lava in the veins, the horror’s final shape,
Refusing the Poison was the only escape.
[OUTRO : THE AWAKENING]
[Piano minimaliste - Rires nerveux - Tape Stop]
"Stop looking for a savior. The savior is busy...
Busy being the poison you've accepted to be.
Get the popcorn. The render is over."
[End]

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[INTRO] [Audio: Sonar cristallin, vent de néon, bruit de pages qui brûlent] [Voice: Murmure clinique, froid, dépourvu de réverbération] "History isn't written by the winners. It’s written by the silent. Look at your hands. The poison isn't being forced on you. You are drinking it... and asking for a refill." [VERSE 1 : THE SENSORY COMPLICITY] [Liquid DnB Beat - Propre, implacable] Poison for the senses, a choice you made, A comfortable debt that will never be paid. Venom for the heart, a clinical retreat, Finding the glory in a total defeat. Morning, noon and night, the dosage is your law, Licking the metal of the velvet claw. No one is drowning you, you’ve chosen the deep, Lulled by the static in a voluntary sleep. Control of the words, a lock on the mind, The Poison is the comfort that you’ve designed. [CHORUS : THE MIRROR OF VOID] [Explosion sonore cristalline - Synthés "Glassy" - Immense Reverb] Poison everywhere, every second, every breath! A sophisticated dance on the edge of a death! You are the architect, the needle and the vein, Polishing the shackles, celebrating the pain! (Vocal Chop: Wake... wake... up... now...) [VERSE 2 : THE MECHANICAL SURRENDER] [Flow Rapide / Technique / Glitchy] Mechanical poison, biological, pure, An algorithmic cancer with no interest in a cure. White-collar vultures, Borgias of the screen, But you’re the one who keeps the machine so clean. Wallowing in the abyss of a hollowed-out greed, Swallowing the bile on which the monsters feed. Mercenary liars, burners of the scrolls, You handed them the matches, you handed them your souls. From the Bushes to the Borgias, the dynasties align, Because you bowed your head and said: 'This is fine'. [BRIDGE : THE CORPSE OF WILL] [Halftime Breakdown - Basses abyssales - Silence lourd] [Voice: Flow s'accélère, saccadé, violent] The carcass of the world is twitching in the light, A puppet of the day, a terror of the night. Built on stolen lands, on the ghosts of the past, The Prince didn’t win, you just made the bondage last. A century from the Light, a theocracy of gloom, You’re the one who locked the door of the room. From the first stone laid to the cross on the hill, The only real poison... is your own lack of will. [VERSE 3 : THE FINAL SLAP] [Retour du Beat - Puissance Maximale] Poison of the path that was already paved, A Silk Road for the souls that don't want to be saved. Matrix of vacuity, a Demiurge with no face, A people made of paper, proud of their disgrace. Welcome to the Void, the sterilized decree, Where you hold the cage and you throw away the key. Lava in the veins, the horror’s final shape, Refusing the Poison was the only escape. [OUTRO : THE AWAKENING] [Piano minimaliste - Rires nerveux - Tape Stop] "Stop looking for a savior. The savior is busy... Busy being the poison you've accepted to be. Get the popcorn. The render is over." [End]

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