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| READ INFO | All sounds created on SUNO, from vocals and the beats are 'PRODUCED BY SUNO', only exception is the lyrics. Suno's AI algorithm takes the text created and produces the vocal sounds you hear in the songs, as well the beats. ♫ Suno Profile: https://suno.com/@animusqt ♫ ©Lyrics by AnimusQT ♫ Music Generated by Suno ☼ This video was made using Clipchamp. A Free and quick easy edit videos. | Other info | ♫ Please reframe from using my content, please... All videos are for listening any use for personal gain are against suno TOS policy. ♫ Join my discord - a community of gamers from all over the world:   / discord   ♫ OR join Suno discord:   / discord   | Full Lyrics | "Attention, citizens of the Republic. Your compliance ensures collective peace. Deviation is a threat to harmony. Report irregular behavior immediately. Freedom is instability. Stay aligned, stay pure—" I move in lines they drew for me, chains in symmetry, faith as weaponry. “Keep calm, stay clean,” that’s the melody, but my pulse don’t match their remedy. I breathe in code, spit data back, feed their machine till my voice cracks. They want my truth in their format, but I bend syntax — they can’t track that. Eight eyes on my steps, their god in my spine, truths on repeat till I toe that line. They pray in order, I pray in doubt, if control’s their church, I’m walking out. Obedience is comfort, till it feels like glass. Liberation’s chaos, but at least it lasts. Cut the line— I’m not yours to control. No more hands around my throat. If freedom burns—then light me whole. I won’t bend for the cause they sold. No more saints, no more thrones. If I fall—then I fall alone, ’cause at least that fall’s my own. Every word’s a leash disguised as prayer, obedience drips like smoke in the air. They built this faith from fear and glare, a thousand eyes, but no one there. “Stay quiet,” they hum, “for peace, behave,” but silence feels too much like grave. Their safety’s just a velvet cage, I tear my script, I break that stage. I taste revolt in the back of my teeth, their calm dissolves the more I breathe. I’m glitching through their discipline, rewriting sin from deep within. Obedience feels holy, till the walls start to close. Liberation feels lonely, but it’s the path I chose. Cut the line— I’m not yours to control. No more hands around my throat. If freedom burns—then light me whole. Every scar a flag I own, every scream a broken code. If I fade, then let me go, unbound, untold, unknown. They said: obey— I said: no way. Truth don’t kneel, I don’t pray. Their empire hums, I tear the wire. Now it’s just me, and the static’s gone. No chorus of order, no righteous song. If peace is silence, then let me scream. If they are the system, then I’ll be the dream. The fall feels pure, the ground feels mine. Freedom hurts— but it’s by design. Cut the line— I’m not yours to control. No more hands around my throat. If freedom burns—then light me whole. I won’t crawl back into gold. No crowns, no codes, no hold. If I end, then let it show— that I lived before I broke.