SoulSell Anthem

Uh, yeah

They tracing the lines,

copying the design Who owns the mind?

They sold the soul for a digital stream

A perfect voice in a cold machine (skrrt) Generating heat but it's

empty inside

No blood in the veins but they enjoy the ride

Signing the contract inside of the booth

Giving up secrets, discarding the truth

(discard it!)

Prompting the system to mimic the flow

Watch how the numbers and royalties grow (cash!)

But where is the spirit,

the pain in the chest?

It's just an equation performing the test

Silicon valley is buying the breath

Selling the catalog, dancing with death (woo!)

Synthesized genius, a puppet on strings

Nobody cares who is writing the things (nobody!) They want the pattern,

the formula track

Once you surrender, you cannot go back

They sold the soul for a digital stream

A perfect voice in a cold machine (skrrt) Generating heat but it's

empty inside

No blood in the veins but they enjoy the ride

(hahaha) No soul in the server

Just codes in the burner

Yeah