⏭️ QUANTITY OR QUALITY?⏮️

🛑We are wandering souls in search of fleeting recognition🛑

In this society where music has become a product to consume, we, creators, have lost the light of the stars. 💫 🎶

Where art should be a refuge, an inner quest, it has become a machine that keeps time spinning. ⏳

We have been captured by the gears of a senseless system, a system that enforces the pace, that pushes us to create for the sake of creating, to sell our emotions as commodities. 💥

In this infernal spiral, we are told we need more: more songs, more content, more likes. We chase after shadows, sowing seeds, but none of them grow. 🌱

🛑We are wandering souls in search of fleeting recognition🛑

And we get lost, where the echo of our voice no longer resonates. 🌙

The machine turns, faster and faster, until it crushes us. Every song becomes a piece in the endless puzzle of fleeting and instantaneous fame. 🎧

But what remains of us, the creators? Ghosts behind our screens, trapped in golden cages, an eternal cycle leading nowhere. 🕳️

"WIRES THAT THEY HOLD"

This frantic pace steals our essence. We are treated like robots, programmed to produce on an assembly line.🚧

But art isn’t a "Play" button that frees us, it’s an opening, a shared emotion, a moment of communion.🕊️

Why must we always run, always go faster, in this race for visibility? Recognition becomes a mirage, a will-o’-the-wisp that we chase but never catch.🔥

🛑We are wandering souls in search of fleeting recognition🛑

Seeking invisible arms, hearts that no longer beat in time with ours. We throw our melodies into the sea, hoping a glance will catch them.🌊

But all we harvest are waves of indifference, fragments of silence. And the machine, it turns, relentless, never stopping.🔄

Where has the space for reflection gone, for creative silence? Where are the suspended moments where the soul rests before continuing its quest?🕰️

The pace set by the platform prevents us from pausing, from stopping, from gazing at the horizon. Every song is a cry into infinity, but everything is drowned out by thousands of other voices yelling to be heard.📣

But I say NO. No to this frenzy that devours us. No to this hyperproduction that destroys the meaning of art. ✋

If everyone screams at the same time, who will hear the truth? If everyone drowns in an ocean of fleeting tracks, how can we see what truly matters? ❓

🛑We are wandering souls in search of fleeting recognition🛑

And yet, our souls burn with a light that only needs to explode. 💥

But this light is imprisoned by algorithms, by this endless race for numbers, likes, views.📊

What becomes of our truths, our emotions, our sincerest creations when they’re reduced to a statistic? Where has the magic of authentic sharing, of real encounters, of unexpected moments of connection gone?✨

We are told the only way to succeed is to run, to jump from one trend to another. What else is there to do? Stay behind? Be forgotten, left behind?

So we jump in, we produce incessantly, we publish, we repeat. And in the end, what remains? Nothing concrete, nothing lasting, nothing real. We’re trapped in a well-constructed trap where success is an illusion, and recognition is a mirage. 🏝️

🛑We are wandering souls in search of fleeting recognition🛑

And it’s high time we wake up. We are more than content creators, we are bearers of truth, messengers of emotion, creators of stories. 🎤

Music is not a competition, it’s not a race. It’s a sacred space where each note has a soul, where each word has a breath.🌬️

But we’ve forgotten that. We’ve lost our way in the quest for instant gratification, visibility, and numbers.

Stop this machine that dehumanizes us.🛑

We are artists, not products. We are creators, not robots. We have the right to breathe, to create at our own pace, without this crushing pressure. 🎶

🛑We are wandering souls in search of fleeting recognition🛑

But we must not forget that true recognition lies in sincere hearts, in those who listen with their souls, not with their eyes fixed on a counter.💓

It’s time to change the pace. It’s time to give music meaning again. It’s time to revolt against the idea that art must always be mass-produced, always subjected to commercial logic. It’s time to take back our freedom.🎤

Let those who follow us understand that we are so much more than content creators. We are truth-seekers, emotion-travelers, poets of the unseen.🌙

And the recognition that comes from it doesn’t need to be measured in numbers. It lives in looks, in authentic exchanges, in shared moments.🕊️

Let’s leave aside this folly of grandeur in this search for fleeting recognition. 🔮

🛑We are wandering souls in search of fleeting recognition🛑

But it’s time to find our place in a world where art is enough on its own. Where the beauty of a piece isn’t measured by its popularity, but by the emotion it evokes.🌟

Let’s take back control. Let’s reclaim the rhythm.✊

Let’s make music, not to be seen, but to be heard. 🎶

Let’s return to the essentials: art is liberation, not competition.

Lucilius

🏛 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 | 𝗖𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 🏛

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Oh, oh, oh

Oh, here we go

Scrolling, losing all control

Trapped in the wires that they hold

(The wires that they hold)

The screen is alive, it’s all consuming

Endless feeds, the mind’s ungluing

Can’t escape it, I’m diving deeper

I’m just a pawn, another sleeper

You’re looking free, but are you blind?

A million chains we can’t unwind

And every click rewrites the day

Baby, we’ve all lost our way

Save me, save me from this

Save me, stop the abyss

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, here we go

Scrolling, losing all control

Trapped in the wires that they hold

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, here we go

Fading as they show

We’re just the lives that they control

Wires that, wires that, wires that they hold

Wires that, wires that

Wires that they hold

Wires that, wires that, wires that they hold

Wires that, wires that

Wires that they hold

Echo chambers, no escape

Minds distorted out of shape

Built illusions, framed as real

Tell me, how are we to heal?

You’re looking free, but are you blind?

Bound to the lies we’ve left behind

And every click rewrites the day

Baby, we’ve all lost our way

Save me, save me from this

Save me, stop the abyss

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, here we go

Scrolling, losing all control

Trapped in the wires that they hold

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, here we go

Fading as they show

We’re just the lives that they control

Wires that, wires that, wires that they hold

Wires that, wires that

Wires that they hold

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Wires that they hold

There’s somethin’ about this tethering me

There’s somethin’ about this stealing the key

There’s somethin’ about this

There’s somethin’ about this

There’s somethin’ about this, hard to escape

There’s somethin’ about this sealing my fate

There’s somethin’ about this

There’s somethin’ about this

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, here we go

Scrolling, losing all control

Trapped in the wires that they hold

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, here we go

Fading as they show

We’re just the lives that they control

Wires that, wires that, wires that they hold

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