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⚙️ Welcome back to the dark side of the dancefloor. KILLFEED.EXE is a body-coded confession — a whisper in chrome and bass. It’s not about war. It’s about rhythm as survival. Every pulse a reload, every breath a weapon. I wrote these lyrics to move like danger: low, confident, dog-mode. The AI voice just sings what the body already knows — control is an illusion, groove is truth. 💀 Theme: power, identity, seduction through destruction. 🩸 Genre: Cyber R&B / Industrial Dance / Dark Future Pop 💋 Mood: low whisper, metallic heat, predator calm. — Written by me. — Performed by AI (Suno Vocals). — Welcome to the feed. #Cyberpunk, #Killfeed, #AIMusic, #DarkPop, #CyberRNB, #IndustrialClub, #GlitchVocal, #OriginalLyrics, #AIvocals, #BlackDogSeries, #NeonBlood, ⚙️ LYRICS Sweet little secrets underneath. Lock your gate, I’ve got the key, your firewall dreams belong to me. [CHORUS ] Feed the beast — I don’t plead, blacklight lust, machine in need. Static hums where faith should be, your system dies on count of three. Stay low / stay mean / stay mine, rule the dark on a razor line. Scars hum songs through chrome and skin, I don’t lose — I log you in. What’s my name… What’s my name… [Verse 2 ] Drones above, code below, corporate gods don’t want me to glow. Flashbang words, no time to think, I reload faster than they blink. Bullets hum like lullabies, sweat burns cold, neon eyes. Firewall screams my name in red, I grin — they thought I was dead. [Bridge ] Doors slide open, heat hits skin, server room breathes, I step in. Screens light up — ghosts replay, my life in files they took away. I scroll through lies, one by one, every sin, every run. Until the last line, clean and plain: “Subject: Civilian. Body for sale.” “That’s all I was…?” [CHORUS ] Feed the beast — I don’t plead, blacklight lust, machine in need. Static hums where faith should be, your system dies on count of three. Stay low / stay mean / stay mine, rule the dark on a razor line. Scars hum songs through chrome and skin, I don’t lose — I log you in. [Final Hook ] Killfeed dot exe — run it slow, dancefloor death, no one’ll know. Body’s code, lips divine, bite the feed, corrupt the line. Killfeed dot exe — low tone hum, I don’t run — I overcome. Every kill a spark, every sin a grin, press delete — and I begin. hum… feed… hum… alive… feed… black dog… rise… feed… alive… [Outro ] Smoke curls slow off the gun, heartbeat counts to none. Screens go dark, no angels near, just me — the dog they fear. “End of feed.”