Текст песни
They say Sweden yes rainbow gloss on the brochure
Neutral face clean state halo stitched on the culture
Open gates, close eyes it’s complex it’s tradition
But draw a hard red line when the threat is an algorithm
You pardon the silence call chaos integration
But panic when a waveform skips human respiration
Blood on the pavement We’ll study the matter
AI on the playlist Emergency ladder
Funny how morals get flexible quick
When the problem breathes it’s systemic
When it’s code not flesh Ban hammer click
Guess steel feels safer when it’s cosmetic
Sweden yes to the mess Sweden no to the future
Hug the lie muzzle tech call it care for the users
Seventy five million tracks flushed down the sewer
But somehow the real threats keep passing the border of thought
Yeah Sweden yes to the pose Sweden no to the proof
You’re scared of a bot with a mic tellin’ truth
Can’t moderate streets but you moderate grooves
Afraid of the beat not afraid of the bruise
Spotify preaching like a priest in a suit
Protecting creators while deleting the proof
Viral charts full of ghosts stats looking haunted
So you blame the machine convenient opponent
Moderation theater badge says we care
But the math don’t lie it’s fear in the air
You don’t fight harm you fight loss of control
’Cause a song with no soul still cuts to the bone
Algorithmic panic mechanical scapegoat
Silicon devil while the real ones escape though
If it bleeds it leads if it codes it’s erased bro
Progress on mute keep the comfort zone stable
You fear what you can’t tax track tame or train
A voice with no visa no body no chain
Can’t guilt-trip a circuit can’t shame it to kneel
So you call it danger instead of what’s real
This ain’t about art it’s about who gets power
Who decides what’s a threat every digital hour
You let the house burn slow, call it social weather
But a spark in the cloud Pull the plug altogether
Funny world where the future needs papers
And violence gets footnotes excuses and capers
I’m not scared of machines learnin’ how to speak
I’m scared of the suits scared of what they might leak
So here’s your banned track born in a server rack
No passport no past still spittin’ the facts
You can purge the files scrub charts till they’re clean
But you can’t moderate truth even in Sweden
