Dead Eyes of dead Timeline Guillotine

Open the app.

Load the rage.

Smile for the screen—

Cut to the chase.

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Dead eyes walking under neon skies

Smiling like it’s all just fine

Hearts still beat, but something’s gone

Souls on mute, bodies on

Open the app, load the rage

Everyone’s holy on the homepage

Short words, long knives in real time

Ruined lives for a dopamine high

We pray to screens, confess in lies

Trade our shame for lullabies

Call it normal, call it growth

But nobody remembers hope

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Say it louder, say it mean

Call it justice, call it “being seen”

We don’t scream, we don’t fight

We just stare through endless nights

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Dead eyes in the afterlife

Still breathing, still alive

Hell ain’t fire, it’s routine

Cruelty dressed up as “just being human”

This is the timeline guillotine

Heads roll for likes and dopamine

No shame, no cost, no memory

Just hate disguised as morality

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Pain’s a joke till it’s your skin

Empathy’s a dying trend

We clap when someone hits the ground

Call it karma, pass it around

Context buried, nuance gone

Pick a villain, move along

If you’re wrong, it won’t be said

The mob forgets, the damage stays

Children learn to harden fast

Kindness feels like ancient past

If you care, you’re weak or fake

If you hurt, you’re entertainment

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No forgiveness, no repair

Public shaming for the flair

We scroll past, we turn away

Say “that’s life” and let it stay

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Dead eyes, hollow stares

Morals buried everywhere

We don’t need chains, we don’t need knives

We tear each other down just fine

Point the finger, crown the blame

Watch a person break for fame

They don’t want truth, they want a scene

Blood on the feed—squeaky clean

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If there’s a hell, we built it slow

Brick by brick with what we chose

Every laugh at someone’s pain

Every time we looked away

Shame don’t heal, it crowns the loud

Breaks the quiet, feeds the crowd

They say “do better,” throw the stone

From a throne they never own

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Dead eyes, still breathing

Still hurting, still pretending

If this is what surviving means—

Tell me where the humans went.

No trial.

No truth.

Just noise—

And a crowd that never looks back.