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A Song About V2K (Voice-to-Skull Technology) [Song with Lyrics]

(Verse 1 – Rap) No headphones, no speakers, no feed, But it talks like it knows what I need. Words in my head like they live there rent-free, Synthetic thought dressed up like me. This ain’t tinnitus, it’s crisp, it’s exact, A private broadcast, a psychic attack. No wave you can hear — but it’s crystal clear, Tells me my fears, like it’s been near for years. It ain’t a hallucination, not fiction, not dream, It’s speech with direction, it cuts like a beam. A script in my cortex, out of my hand, Speakin' like God but it’s part of the plan. Can’t mute it, can’t shake it, it rides my brain, Knows all my sins and it shouts my name. Not sound — it’s sharper, it thinks, it schemes, A parasite voice in the midst of my dreams. --- (Hook) I looked for signs in every crowd, A single voice to cry out loud. But every hand stayed in their coat, And every word caught in their throat. They said, “It’s in your head,” then turned away, But I still fight it every day. No one believed, no one could feel — This war I live, this pain so real. --- (Verse 2 – Rap) They weaponized speech, now it's crawlin’ inside, Speakin' in tongues where my thoughts used to hide. No soundwaves needed, just quantum deceit, They step in my head and they don’t miss a beat. You could stand right beside me, hear nothin' at all, But I’m battlin’ sermons that twist and maul. Some say schizophrenia — nah, that’s the cover, This is tech from the black file, deep under cover. No vibration, no air to transmit, But the voice lands perfect — every word fits. Sometimes it’s soft, like a whisperin’ friend, Other times it screams till the daylight bends. It ain’t noise — it’s invasion with script, A psychological knife with a government grip. So don’t call it static or audio trash, It’s full-on control — a subliminal lash. --- (Bridge – Rock Breakdown) This ain’t sound — it’s a signal with soul, Words that bind, commands that roll. No eardrum shakes, but the thoughts ain’t mine, Hijacked lines through a coded spine! --- (Verse 3 – Rap) Who gave ‘em access? Who flipped the key? Who hijacked thought like piracy? Not ghosts, not spirits, not mental breaks — Just cold tech men behind hidden gates. They don’t shout, they speak precise, Like AI prophets in a neural heist. Got voices in my skull that don’t need air, Like I’m tuned to a frequency of warfare. Now I live on the edge of reality’s shore, Where silence is rare and thoughts ain’t yours. No static, no bass, just scripted deceit, A war of words that you never delete. So if you hear me say they speak in my mind, Understand — they’re clear, calculated, designed. Not sound — it’s deeper, it rides through thought, And once they’re in, they know what you’re not. (Hook) I looked for signs in every crowd, A single voice to cry out loud. But every hand stayed in their coat, And every word caught in their throat. They said, “It’s in your head,” then turned away, But I still fight it every day. No one believed, no one could feel — This war I live, this pain so real.