[Verse]

No one noticed the echo behind the curtain,

They were too busy rehearsing their pain for the crowd.

Validation vending machines hum in the background,

Everybody crying louder just to sound profound.

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[Verse 2]

Scroll, repeat, rewind your tragedy,

Pose with your misery, call it strategy.

You paint your wounds in fluorescent art,

But the healing never starts, it is just another part.

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[Verse 3]

I am allergic to sympathy sold in bulk,

A million masks speaking in a single sulk.

They fish for tears in oceans they created,

Then drown in applause, self-celebrated.

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[Verse 4]

I stand in the corner, wired but awake,

Energy like voltage! Too real to fake.

My youth is not a wound; it is dynamite

I light it with rhythm, not the need to be right.