
Guinea Pig Virus
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Guinea Pig Virus
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Lyrics
INTRO
Yeah…
(Eh… eh…)
New scenery but the same vultures…
They change the masks… never the intentions…
Skrrt…
Two-faced government…
Brutal awakening in a world under control...
VERSE 1
New scam, new setup in the human software
Puppet masters pulling cables far from the common man
New virus, new climate of fear on the screens
While the labs get richer off the blood of the living
’Cause they need “guinea pig” patients to inject with poison
And make the stocks keep rising
Deals arranged underwater, financial agreements
Closed tables, cold smiles, contracts signed
They feed you pill after pill to numb the mind
While the people agonize under debt and enslavement
An assembly of crooks beneath parliamentary gold
Stomachs bigger than their hearts, bloodthirsty carnivores
They devour souls and freedoms cheap with bare hands
Then speak of justice with mud and blood on their hands
Scheming in the shadows like offshore servers
Truth suffocates inside the speeches they deliver
Masking the numbers and hiding the operation
Fear becomes the engine of separation
PRE-CHORUS
Permission slips just to breathe in this absurd world
Authorization to exist under pressure and surveillance
The looks turn colder… the neighbors become drones
While consciousness drowns inside the waves…
(Oh-oh-oh…)
(Yeah… yeah…)
CHORUS
They feed the fear to shut down every horizon (close the horizons!)
And lock the sheep away, the foolish citizens
The truth, human life, they don’t care at all
While the vultures count billions in the darkness (cash! cash!)
The people choke beneath injections of illusion (illusions!)
And the chains become invisible from wearing them too long (skrrt!)
New world circus, new masks, same demons (same demons!)
They want obedient bodies and locked-up minds (locked!)
But I keep my eyes open through their toxic fog (never!)
Even if the truth disturbs their plastic empires
VERSE 2
They divide to conquer, algorithmic strategy
Injecting panic on repeat through the media
Every news flash echoes like a siren
While the truth suffocates behind the scenes
They sell the chaos then provide the antidote
Like arsonists disguised as pilots
The lie travels faster than the light
And humanity locks itself inside its own borders
QR codes filtering every movement
More and more control wrapped up cleanly
They talk security, solidarity, health
But profits explode while the streets grow cold
I see empty eyes hypnotized by the screens
Consciousness compressed like files in their programs
They manufacture consent like a fog machine
And turn freedom into a strange old memory
BRIDGE
I don’t want their golden chains…
Nor their calibrated truths…
We suffocate beneath laws they voted through
By men already bought before they even spoke…
The world spins upside down…
And they call it “progress”…
FINAL CHORUS
They feed the fear to shut down every horizon (nah nah!)
While the vultures count billions in the dark (cash!)
The people fall asleep beneath a drip of information (don’t sleep!)
And the truth fades away beneath layers of security (skrrt skrrt!)
New world circus, new rules, same poison (same poison!)
Always the same wolves behind armored curtains (armored!)
But I keep my lucid rage inside their matrix (never!)
’Cause the hardest chains are the ones we refuse to see falling
OUTRO
New scam…
New setup…
Same system…
Same control…
And while they play with our fears…
The people still wonder…
Who’s really pulling the strings…
…Game over.
