Neuronchaser. Total Art Of Deals

*** Черновик № 1 ***

They stack this chips and call it Fate,
Move fast, move faster, break the Gate.
Brain trust, trust your gut —
They say:
Think tank’s dry, but they want you to pay.

"Total Art Of The Deals",
They steal.
Make Little depression Great Again,
Feel.
Spin the Wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, slow cold heart —
What’s the Deal?

They sell the Sky,
This Stars are leased.
Trade the Sun for a corporate feast.
Promises pile like a junkyard dream.
Nothing’s as bright, as it once seemed.

"Total Art Of The Deals",
They steal.
Make Little depression Great Again,
Feel.
Spin the wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, slow heart —
What’s the deal?

Blueprints drawn on a cocktail napkin,
Ideas flow, but the Soul’s still lacking.
Build it up just to watch it cracking.
They call it progress,
I call it acting.

"Total Art Of The Deals",
They steal.
Make Little depression Great Again,
Feel...
Spin the Wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, Cold Break Hearts...
What’s the Deal?

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*** Черновик № 2 ***

They stack the chips and call it fate,
Move fast, move faster, break the gate.
Brain trust, trust your gut —
They say:
Think tank's dry, but they'll make you pay.

Pawns in their game, we're pieces on display,
Blindfolded march through this twisted maze.
Fool's gold shines brightly, but it's all decay.
Shattered dreams echo down empty halls today.

Total art of the deals,
They steal.
Make little depression great again,
Feel.
Spin the wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, slow cold heart —
What's the deal?

They sell the sky, the stars are leased,
Trade the sun for a corporate feast.
Broken promises piled high like junkyard dreams,
A faded glow where nothing gleams.

Beneath the neon lights, we lose our way,
Chasing shadows that fade with each new day.
Tangled threads unravel at every turn,
In this cold dance we never learn.

Total art of the deals,
They steal.
Make little depression great again,
Feel.
Spin the wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, slow heart —
What's the deal?

Blueprints drawn on a cocktail napkin,
Ideas flow, but the soul remains blank.
Build it up just to watch it cracking,
Their profit margins rise while you're falling back.

Empty vessels filled with borrowed lies,
Mirrors reflect only empty skies.
Caught between illusion and reality,
Trapped within this vicious mentality.

Total art of the deals,
They steal.
Make little depression great again,
Feel.
Spin the wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, slow heart —
What's the deal?

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*** Черновик № 3 ***

They stack the chips and call it fate,
Move fast, move faster, break the gate.
Brain trust, trust your gut —
They say:
Think tank’s dry, but they want you to pay.


"Total Art Of The Deals",
They steal.
Make little depression great again,
Feel.
Spin the wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, SlowColdHeart —
What’s the deal?

They sell the sky,
The stars are leased.
Trade the Sun for a corporate feast.
Promises pile like a junkyard dream.
Nothing’s as bright as it once seemed.

Total art of the deals,
They steal.
Make little depression great again,
Feel.
Spin the wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, slow heart —
What’s the deal?

Blueprints I whant's drawing on a cocktail napkin,
Ideas flow, but the soul’s still lacking.
Build it up just to watch it cracking.
They call it progress,
I call it acting.

Total art of the deals,
They steal.
Make little depression great again,
Feel.
Spin the wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, coldbreakhearts —
What’s the deal?

Total art of the deals...
Feel...
Spin the wheel...
Spin it real...
Fast hands...
Slow...
Hearts...
What's The Deal?

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*** Черновик № 4 (ИСХОД-ный) ***

They stack the chips and call it fate
Move fast move faster break the gate
Brain trust trust your gut
They say
Think tank's dry but they want you to pay

Total art of the deals
They steal
Make little depression great again
Feel
Spin the wheel
Spin it real
Fast hands
Slow Cold Heart
What's the deal

They sell the sky
The stars are leased
Trade the sun for a corporate feast
Promises pile like a junkyard dream
Nothing's as bright as it once seemed

Total art of the deals
They steal
Make little depression great again
Feel
Spin the wheel
Spin it real
Fast hands
Slow heart
What's the deal

Blueprints drawn on a cocktail napkin
Ideas flow but the soul's still lackin'
Build it up just to watch it crackin'
They call it progress
I call it actin'

Total art of the deals
They steal
Make little depression great again
Feel
Spin the wheel
Spin it real
Fast hands
Slow hearts
What's the deal?

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*** Черновик № 5 ***

They stack chips and call it Fate,
Move fast... move faster... break the gate...
Brain trust, trust your gut —
They say:
Think. Tanks are dry.
But they'll make you pay...

Pawns in their Game, we're pieces on displays,
Blindfolded march through twisted phrases.
Pyrite shines brightly, but it's all lies and decay.
Shattered dreams echo down empty halls today.

Total art of these deals,
They steal...
Make little depression great again,
Feel...
Spin the Wheel... spin it real.
Fast hands, slow hearts —
What's the Deal?

They sell the sky, stars are leased,
Trade sun for a corporate feast.
Broken promises piled high like junkyard dreams,
A faded glow where nothing gleams.

Beneath neon lights, they lose their way,
Chasing shadows that fade with each new day.
Gordian knots cut at every turn,
In this cold dance... but they'll never learn...

Total art of these deals,
They steal...
Make Little Depression Great Again...
Feel!
Spin the Wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands... deathlike hearts —
What's the Deal?

Blueprints drawn on a cocktail napkin,
Ideas flow, but the soul remains blank.
Build it up just to watch it cracking,
Their profit margins rise while you're falling back.

Empty vessels filled with borrowed lies,
Mirrors reflect only empty skies.
Caught between illusion and reality,
Trapped within this vicious mentality.

Total art of these deals,
They steal...
Make Little Depression Great Again!
Feel!!!
Spin this Wheel, spin it real.
Fast hands, deathlike hearts —
What's the Deal?