Lyric

Even the crows’cries

In the morning

Are just high

Frequency noise

Surrounded by crowds

Dressed in black

Who decides

What’s common sense

Only the yes men

Get recognized

Rushing into packed trains

With sighs and heavy auras

On the verge of suffocation

Opinions are a burden

Agreement is currency

Memories of values

Being overwritten daily

I’m tired of smiling

Just to survive

So used to oppression

Pain feels like comfort

This world demands

We just live

Without even

Giving us a password

All the noise

All the lies

Even if I cover my ears

Still I hear

This silence sharp as a knife

Shout it like

Your soul’s on fire

To this fake peace

I raise my middle finger

What does grow up

Even mean

Suppress yourself

And obey authority

Is that all it is

Swallowed frustrations

Become knives

Let me scream

Before I break

Who decided

The value of things

Harassment

An unspoken agreement

Colorful social media full of lies

Even beauty and happiness

AI generated

Righteousness is boring as hell

I’ll rewrite this system

Reset syndrome

In human relationships

Even smiles stored

In the cloud

Exhausted emotions get deleted

Weakness is shame

No it’s proof I’m alive

Tears mean losing

No they mark

The revolution’s start

From this silence

I will rise