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KORN:    • Korn - Freak On a Leash (Official HD Video)   ███████╗░█████╗░██╗░░░██╗░█████╗░███████╗ ╚════██║██╔══██╗╚██╗░██╔╝██╔══██╗╚════██║ ░░███╔═╝███████║░╚████╔╝░███████║░░███╔═╝ ██╔══╝░░██╔══██║░░╚██╔╝░░██╔══██║██╔══╝░░ ███████╗██║░░██║░░░██║░░░██║░░██║███████╗ ╚══════╝╚═╝░░╚═╝░░░╚═╝░░░╚═╝░░╚═╝╚══════╝ ⠀⠀⣿⠲⠤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣸⡏⠀⠀⠀⠉⠳⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠲⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢰⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠲⣄⠀⠀⠀⡰⠋⢙⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣙⣦⣮⣤⡀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⢟⣫⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣷⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⢹⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣆⡹⣖⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wake up starving in a room full of chrome They sell me dreams but I sleep alone Everyone flexing a mask they own Mirrors everywhere, still no soul They talk in prices, never in pain Count their worth by what they gain I see veins in the money rain Golden leash, polished chain I bite my tongue, it tastes like rust They pray to brands, I pray to dust If this is faith then rot I must I don’t belong, I don’t adjust You can’t buy me, you can’t own me I’m not your clone, I’m not your trophy You sell your spine for filtered glory I’d rather bleed than live that boring Something’s draining what’s left of me But I’d rather burn than fake and be Dara ka, dara ka, breathe it in Blood in the wires, under the skin Naboom ta, naboom ta, feel that pull Gold on the leash, mouth full of null Rataka doom, rataka truth They sold you fear and called it proof Dana nah, dana nah, close your eyes See how easy it is to hypnotize Boom in the chest, crack in the bone Say it again, I am not one Dara ka, dara ka, let it repeat If this hits you, you’re not asleep Dead eyes running after trends Friendly smiles with loaded ends They call it love, it just pretends Everything bends, nothing ends Opinions stitched by glowing screens Borrowed thoughts, factory dreams I hear the gears inside your screams You’re not awake, you’re routine They call me sick ’cause I feel too much I call them dead ’cause they don’t touch Truth’s a knife they’ll never clutch Comfort’s the god they’ll never cut You can’t buy me, you can’t own me I’m not your clone, I’m not your trophy You kneel for likes like it’s holy I drink the dark, it fucking knows me I’m not better, just aware I see the trap ’cause I felt the snare If this song hurts, you’re almost there If it doesn’t, you’re already theirs No values, just value No meaning, just menu You swallow rules they never tell you Then thank the cage that fucking held you Dara ka, dara ka, breathe it in Blood in the wires, under the skin Naboom ta, naboom ta, feel that pull Gold on the leash, mouth full of null Rataka doom, rataka truth They sold you fear and called it proof Dana nah, dana nah, close your eyes See how easy it is to hypnotize Boom in the chest, crack in the bone Say it again, I am not one Dara ka, dara ka, let it repeat If this hits you, you’re not asleep I walk alone, I stay unclean I cut the leash you never seen This song’s the key, not for the many Only for the ones who feel it heavy If you felt this, you’re not like them If you didn’t, play it again Not one of them Not one of them Not one of them Say it again -------------------- You call yourselves gothic because you bought black fabric from the nearest sanitized store, neatly labeled for you like a product on a shelf. You mistake consumption for initiation. You think aesthetics grant you lineage. They do not. They never have. Wearing the uniform does not teach you the language of the dead. Buying the look does not carve understanding into your bones. You have not earned the music you have merely worn its corpse. You preen and snarl, pretending to stand against everything, yet you kneel daily before the altar of visibility. Your rebellion is rehearsed, timed for algorithms, fed to screens. You do not resist the system you beg it to notice you. Are you defiant because you reject the world, or because you are desperate to be seen by it? You are not outsiders. You are consumers with better lighting. You mock the herd while feeding from the same trough, dependent on trends, addicted to approval, starved for identity. You are no different from the dealer on the corner both of you profit from emptiness, both of you thrive on need. Only your poison is prettier. Everything new you worship is posturing. Empty gestures. Borrowed rage. Manufactured darkness. There is no danger in it. No depth. No sacrifice. Just noise packaged as meaning. What disgusts me most is not your ignorance, but your certainty. You are convinced you are special while doing exactly what you are told buying, copying, repeating, decaying on schedule. You are not building a culture. You are embalming one. And the world you are creating? It reeks of fear, convenience, and rot. IYou are not dark. You are not dangerous. You are not awake. You are merely fashionable decay. #music #korn #vampire #goth