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Emotion of dissatisfied and a dash of anger!


A trance-rap anthem blending hypnotic beats with sharp, poignant lyrics delivered by powerful female vocals. The song addresses the societal apathy toward ambition, the glorification of hatred, and the neglect of love and education, all while calling out those who choose to be mere spectators of others' dreams instead of chasing their own.

(Intro - Whispered Vocals)
Lost in the noise, watching the screen,
Dreams fade to black, chasing a meme.
Hate over love, they rate and divide,
But the truth’s in the heart, not the lies we hide.

(Verse 1)
Hawk-tua, spit it out, fake applause, no clout,
Sittin’ in the dark while the dreamers map the route.
Education’s a weapon, they laid it down, see?
Trading books for a trend, now they drown in the feed.

Caught up in the scroll, no goals, just rage,
Binge another reel, trapped birds in a cage.
They hate what they don’t know, fear what they see,
But love is the key, not the chains they decree.

(Chorus - Melodic Female Vocals)
They watch the dreams, but never fly,
Hawk-tua girls, just passin’ by.
Chose hate over love, a broken place,
But your rate don’t matter when it fades to space.
Rise up, break free, hear the call,
Don’t just watch the dreamers — become it all.

(Verse 2)
Every word’s a reflection, you mirror the hate,
But love’s in the details, it's never too late.
They post, they pose, but they never create,
Fear of the climb, so they anchor their fate.

Sittin’ back, criticizing what they can’t achieve,
Throwing stones at the builders who still believe.
Hawk-tua, spit the venom, but it won’t last,
Love’s the revolution, not the ghosts of the past.

(Bridge - Hypnotic Vocal Layering)
They’re stuck in the loop, break the chain,
Rise above the chaos, dance through the pain.
It’s the fearless that thrive, the bold who climb,
Stop watchin’ the dreamers — make your moment, your time.

(Chorus - Melodic Female Vocals)
They watch the dreams, but never fly,
Hawk-tua girls, just passin’ by.
Chose hate over love, a broken place,
But your rate don’t matter when it fades to space.
Rise up, break free, hear the call,
Don’t just watch the dreamers — become it all.

(Outro - Spoken Word over Beat Drop)
Dreams don’t wait, they ignite and burn,
This world’s a wheel, it’s your time to turn.
Hate fades, love builds, find your grace,
And the rate of your rise will rewrite this space.

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