DIVIDE MACHINE \\\

[Intro 8bars industrial drone bio-mechanical clicks distant crowd murmur micro-cuts] They turned the public square into a syringe. They turned language into a ligament they can pull. They turned your certainty into currency. And you still call it “normal.” [Hook 8bars female close mic hypnotic but venomous] I won’t take their drip-feed wrath I won’t let their scripts write my path If the world goes rabid, I don’t snap I step back— I am not the divide machine [Verse 1 14bars male lead clean-to-grit metalcore cadence chugs enter bar 7] They launder rage through algorithms—sterile, profitable, surgical A pharmacopeia of outrage, packaged like it’s curative and personal They don’t gag you, they gamify you—keep you clicking like a lab rat A loop of manufactured enemies—look left, look right, never at that They breed a climate where nuance is a corpse in a ditch Where every sentence gets weaponized—where every friendship gets split Truth isn’t missing—truth’s dismembered, sold by the ounce So you’re chewing on fragments while the brokers high-five and bounce And I’m sick of the ritual—sick of the “choose-a-side” liturgy Sick of the same damn puppeteers cosplaying as purity They keep you febrile and frantic, keep your conscience malnourished Then call your exhaustion “freedom” while the fraud gets furnished So I’m clawing my mind out the vat, out the vat, out the vat— Not to be “nice,” not to be liked— To be unowned, intact [Pre-Chorus 1 6bars female lift begins sharp] Stop renting out your attention Stop volunteering your veins They don’t need chains when you donate Your rage in neat little frames [Build-up 8bars snare ladder rising industrial clanks] Count it Cut it Keep it clean Kill the reflex Break the screen When the noise says “pick a tribe” Be the one who stays obscene— To the lie [Drop 8bars dubstep shock first 4 bars no kick then kick returns heavy] [Chorus 1 12bars all leads + crowd mantra] Male I won’t be herded by hysteria’s payroll Female I won’t be sculpted into silence and “grateful” Rapper I won’t be segmented, inventoried, labeled All + crowd WE DO NOT BELONG TO THE MACHINE WE DO NOT BELONG TO THE MACHINE Say it like you mean it WE DO NOT BELONG TO THE MACHINE WE DO NOT BELONG TO THE MACHINE [Verse 2 16bars rapper melodic + Eminem-like multisyllabics pocket switches] They built a nation-sized terrarium—watch you fight for oxygen, Sell you “news” that’s just a mood with a hook and a toxin in it. Conflict-as-content, conscience-on-consignment— You think you’re choosing a stance, but the stance is pre-assigned, friend. It’s ventriloquism: puppet lips moving, you swear it’s your voice, But it’s a sponsor in your bloodstream engineering the noise. They keep you caffeinated on catastrophe—adrenaline diet, Then punish you for shaking while they call the chaos “quiet.” And I’m not preaching paranoia—I'm pointing at incentives: Who profits off your fracture? who budgets for your friendships ending? You want a villain? try the market that monetizes your amygdala, Try the system that turns empathy to merchandise—then ridicules ya. So I write like a scalpel—syllables surgical, spine in the sentence, Make the rhythm a battering ram for the bullshit, the bending, the vengeance— Not on people—nah—on the parasite pattern That fattens when you hate what you haven’t even met, then you’re trapped in it. [Interlude 6bars Tool-like polymeter groove enters metallic percussion no vocals except fragments] Pulse misaligned Gears in the gut A slow machine That you can shut [Pre-Chorus 2 8bars male then female call-and-response escalating] Male They tried to make my anger a muzzle—keep it “civil,” keep it tame Female So I turned it into focus—razor-precise, no shame Male They tried to make my compassion a weakness they could exploit Female So I made it a boundary—love with a spine, not a toy [Climax 16bars EDM lift meets metal impacts choir enters late last 8 bars] [Chorus 2 16bars bigger] Male WE DO NOT BELONG TO THE MACHINE Men choir TO THE MACHINE Female WE DO NOT BELONG TO THE MACHINE Women choir TO THE MACHINE Rapper If they want you divided, refuse the assignment All choirs + crowd WE DO NOT BELONG WE DO NOT BELONG WE DO NOT BELONG TO THE MACHINE [Lead-in 1bar full silence inhale] [Break/Breakdown 8bars half-time heaviest truth-room profanity used surgically] Male (grit, then scream accent) I’m done with the disinfected lies in a designer suit— Done with the “just calm down” gaslight—fuck that, I see the root Female (belt then scream accent) ENOUGH Rapper (low, clear) If you keep feeding the loop, it’ll keep feeding on you So starve it—by thinking, by building, by telling the truth All three (chant, simple, new) REFUSE THE BAIT RECLAIM THE BLOOD MAKE IT REAL MAKE IT GOOD [Outro 8bars cinematic resolve to a single bell-like motif] Female soft Let the world bark—let it foam—let it posture and scream [ALL SCREAM] WAKE THE FUCK UP AND MOVE!!!