Just one fang to the neck

Dark Synthwave, hip hop, Cyberpunk, cinematic, minimalist techno

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(Chorus)
"Longevity is for the few, not the many," they say
As they sip from crystal flutes in a crimson display
Will you take the biting kiss, the dark pharmaceutical gold?
Just one fang to the neck and you'll never be old

(Verse 2)
They fear my biomarkers might expose their hidden veins
The blood-bound aristocracy that holds the global reins
"Take the billions," they suggest, "and bury all the proof
Keep the public in the dark, far beneath our vaulted roof"
Price the peasants out of life, make the cost of breathing high
Only sell to those who deserve to never have to die
They want a monopoly on the clock and on the breath
While the common man remains a faithful acolyte of death

(Verse 3)
They offer me a fang to the neck, a seat among the stars
To watch the centuries pass by behind these velvet bars
But if I choose the sunlight and the path of the sincere
They’ll unleash a propaganda storm to feed the public fear
They won’t break my bones or blood, they’ll just erase my name
Discrediting the science in a sophisticated game
They’ll call me a charlatan, a peddler of a lie
While they sit in their yachts and watch the world go by

(Verse 4)
They argue mass longevity would break the social spine
Overpopulation, resource wars, and a cultural decline
"Humanity is far too young for centuries of life
They need the fear of ending to mitigate the strife"
They claim to be the shepherds of our evolutionary soul
Guiding us with wisdom as the eons slowly roll
"Wait a few more hundred years, let the species learn to grow
Before you let the secrets of the silver fountain flow"

(Verse 5)
I’m staring at the champagne flute, the bubbles dark and thick
The Codex Immortalis Aspirantis is a heavy brick
Do I stay loyal to the many, to the truth and to the light?
Or make a strategic compromise to survive this endless night?
Is the democratization of life a gift or just a curse?
As I weigh the heavy burden of the vampire’s private purse
The "anti-empathy" of power is a seductive, cold-blooded lure
When the only thing that’s certain is that nothing can be pure

(outro - Spoken work)
Would you take the vampires' deal? The fang to the neck? Their biting kiss of immortality? Or would you choose to be a martyr for a public that might just use their extra centuries to argue on the internet? 
The choice is yours. 
Edify yourself at LimitlessMindset.com

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(Verse 1) A shadowy conglomerate sends a summons in the night To a villa where the marble reflects the pale moonlight I thought I’d found the patrons to fund the telomere dream But the board of directors is a much more ancient scheme They aren’t just youthful billionaires with skin of alabaster They’re the architects of history, every servant, every master They whispered of a masquerade maintained since time began And how my little science project might ruin every plan (Chorus) "Longevity is for the few, not the many," they say As they sip from crystal flutes in a crimson display Will you take the biting kiss, the dark pharmaceutical gold? Just one fang to the neck and you'll never be old (Verse 2) They fear my biomarkers might expose their hidden veins The blood-bound aristocracy that holds the global reins "Take the billions," they suggest, "and bury all the proof Keep the public in the dark, far beneath our vaulted roof" Price the peasants out of life, make the cost of breathing high Only sell to those who deserve to never have to die They want a monopoly on the clock and on the breath While the common man remains a faithful acolyte of death (Verse 3) They offer me a fang to the neck, a seat among the stars To watch the centuries pass by behind these velvet bars But if I choose the sunlight and the path of the sincere They’ll unleash a propaganda storm to feed the public fear They won’t break my bones or blood, they’ll just erase my name Discrediting the science in a sophisticated game They’ll call me a charlatan, a peddler of a lie While they sit in their yachts and watch the world go by (Chorus) "Longevity is for the few, not the many," they say As they sip from crystal flutes in a crimson display Will you take the biting kiss, the dark pharmaceutical gold? Just one fang to the neck and you'll never be old (Verse 4) They argue mass longevity would break the social spine Overpopulation, resource wars, and a cultural decline "Humanity is far too young for centuries of life They need the fear of ending to mitigate the strife" They claim to be the shepherds of our evolutionary soul Guiding us with wisdom as the eons slowly roll "Wait a few more hundred years, let the species learn to grow Before you let the secrets of the silver fountain flow" (Verse 5) I’m staring at the champagne flute, the bubbles dark and thick The Codex Immortalis Aspirantis is a heavy brick Do I stay loyal to the many, to the truth and to the light? Or make a strategic compromise to survive this endless night? Is the democratization of life a gift or just a curse? As I weigh the heavy burden of the vampire’s private purse The "anti-empathy" of power is a seductive, cold-blooded lure When the only thing that’s certain is that nothing can be pure (Chorus) "Longevity is for the few, not the many," they say As they sip from crystal flutes in a crimson display Will you take the biting kiss, the dark pharmaceutical gold? Just one fang to the neck and you'll never be old (outro - Spoken work) Would you take the vampires' deal? The fang to the neck? Their biting kiss of immortality? Or would you choose to be a martyr for a public that might just use their extra centuries to argue on the internet? The choice is yours. Edify yourself at LimitlessMindset.com

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