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The Soul Audit

Drone Akahori

The city breathes a rhythm, slick as polished chrome

We chase the paper current, caught within the streams

From a contract signed in silence, under fluorescent light

Trading genuine gravity for a momentary flight

This groove is the audit, the final ledger shown

A high-fidelity truth, on a seed we haven't sown

They bid for your attention, in an auction of the soul

But the price of real freedom, we can never control

We wear the brand like armor, a uniform of choice

To drown the quiet questions with a predetermined voice

They cloned the sound of protest, polished it until it gleams

And sold the very sunrise back as digital dreams

Look past the velvet rope, beyond the glossy sheen

The only currency that matters is the silence in between

If every feeling's monetized, what's left for us to keep?

We only wake from slumber when the promises run deep

This groove is the audit, the final ledger shown

A high-fidelity truth, on a seed we haven't sown

They bid for your attention, in an auction of the soul

But the price of real freedom, we can never control

Break the seal on the factory sound

This is the untraceable vibe

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    Drone Akahori

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    Drone Akahori

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    The Soul Audit

    Drone Akahori

"The Soul Audit" is a sophisticated, mid-tempo acid jazz track that dissects the veneer of contemporary consumer culture. Driven by a cool, Minor Key Groove and a Fluid Bassline, the song establishes an immediate atmosphere of urban introspection. The lyrics serve as an ethical accounting, challenging the listener to look "beyond the velvet rope" and question the "auction of the soul" where genuine value is traded for momentary, digital illusions. Featuring an Elegant Rhodes Piano and a punchy, defiant Saxophone Solo over a tight, funky rhythm, this track asserts that the only true currency left is the "untraceable vibe" that refuses to be monetized. It's a call for authentic human gravity over manufactured flight.

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