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STREAMING/MERCH/SOCIALS: https://linktr.ee/machinaaeon BECOME A MEMBER! GET COOL THINGS!    / @machinaaeonai   AI #metal #deathcore #deathmetal #ai #aimusic Lyrics: I’m done licking boots for your hollow applause, fed my soul through a grinder just to fit your cause Fuck your metrics, your ratings, your focus-group leash my lungs learned to cough up the taste of your peace. I broke my back for your comments and clicks, let strangers grip the wheel and drive me off cliffs. Sleepless, sick, chasing “like” after “like,” bent till I snapped just to sound how you’d like. You want the same chorus, the same fuckin' bite? Here’s a mouthful of barbed wire fuckin' open wide. I sanded my edges till nothing was left, now I’m kicking that coffin and clawing for breath. Every line I bled was a leash on my neck, self-hate in a gift box with a customer check. If pleasing you kills me, then let it all break tonight I cut loose for my own fucking sake. This one is for me no master, no leash. I rip off the barcode and level the priest. I’m punching through the gate that you welded in me, say my name with a mouthful of blood set me free. This one is for me scar-voiced decree. If you wanted a puppet, find another to squeeze. I’m carving my lane with a howl and a scream: this one, this time, this killshot is for me. You wanted a mascot, a mannequin within, a product you farm for the next algorithm. I swallowed your notes till my stomach turned tar, dressed up in costumes that never were ours. But I’m done with the bullshit that you parade around And I'm done letting cowards redesign my sound. I’ll demolish every gate that kept me in line, I’ll spit on the handshake and redraw the fucking sign. Every line I bled was a leash on my neck, self-hate in a gift box with a customer check. If pleasing you kills me, then let it all break tonight I cut loose for my own fucking sake. This one is for me no master, no leash. I rip off the barcode and level the priest. I’m punching through the gate that you welded in me, say my name with a mouthful of blood set me free. This one is for me scar-voiced decree. If you wanted a puppet, find another to squeeze. I’m carving my lane with a howl and a scream: this one, this time, this killshot is for me. No more “Yes, sir,” no curated peace I’m sawing the strings till the woodchips sneeze. My pulse is a warhead, finger on release countdown begins when the yes-men cease. BREE— FUCKING— AAAAAAH!! I’m the hammer through the glass, I’m the howl that splits your mass. No apology in my chest, no committee on my breath. I smash the podium, tear down the stage, let the amps hemorrhage while I vent this rage. Call me selfish carve that in bone I'm fucking doing this one for me Therapy in a blast at full heat, truth like knuckles on concrete. Self-love tastes like gasoline, strike the match watch them squeam. This one is for me no master, no leash. I rip off the barcode and level the priest. I’m punching through the gate that you welded in me, say my name with a mouthful of blood set me free. This one is for me scar-voiced decree. If you wanted a puppet, find another to squeeze. I’m carving my lane with a howl and a scream: this one, this time, this killshot is for me. So keep your notes, your edits, your peace; I’ll keep the scars and the fucking release. Turn the world down let my lungs breathe; if it’s not for me, it’s dead on arrival and tonight it’s for me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #deathcore #brutaldeathcore #MachinaAeon #heavymusic #extrememetal #newmusic #independentartist #originalmusic #officialaudio