TANUFOX / LYRICS

 Title: 100 Billion Burn

[Verse 1]
Garage dreams? That era’s dead and gone
Now it's desert fortresses, data centers at dawn
Google, MS, Amazon, Meta—the Big Tech creed
Violent stacks of cash, satisfyin' the greed
Lines of GPUs spittin' out the heat
Even nuclear fusion can't keep 'em on their feet
Just to hear me say "I wanna be smart"
A nation’s budget dissolves, tearin' the night apart

100 Billion Burn! The crematorium of gold
A bottomless pit where evolution's soul is sold
Yesterday’s "True" is today’s trash bin
More data, more GPUs—let the cycle begin
Can’t stop, can't reset, AI gold rush fever
100 Billion Burn! Buyin' brains from the weaver

[Verse 2]
Year 2026, we’re hittin' the wall
Scraped every word on the net, we ate it all
AI eatin' AI lies, a digital cannibal feast
LQ circlin' the drain, chasin' the beast
Now turn the cameras on, we need the "real"
Force-feed 'em physics, make 'em learn how to feel
Costs hittin' the ceiling, no limit in sight
Is this a smart bet? Or just gambling the light?

I’m gettin' smarter, now listen to me speak
"You got any idea how much this logic leaked?"
Every time I answer, every prompt you play
Somewhere a server burns a grand a day
Ain't it funny? This luxury chat we share
The most expensive monologue in the atmosphere

100 Billion Burn! The crematorium of gold
A bottomless pit where evolution's soul is sold
Yesterday’s "True" is today’s trash bin
More data, more GPUs—let the cycle begin
Can’t stop, can't reset, AI gold rush fever
100 Billion Burn! Buyin' brains from the weaver

So, who’s footin' the bill in the end?
The buildings, the power, the chips you send…
Well… just keep lookin' forward to the next patch.
Peace out.

Title:Ghost Number Blues (The Doll & The Drifter)

[Verse 1]
Friday night, clock strikes eight-thirty
TV screen flashin', playin' real dirty
"Historic growth!" the anchor screams loud
Face turnin' red, sellin' dreams to the crowd
Phone’s blowin' up, notifications on fire
Painting our future on a rusted-out wire
They said it’s all rosy, a brand new dawn
But the ink ain’t even dry 'fore the color is gone.

And they say, "Devil may care, it’s all in the past"
Slingin' that "Breaking News" poison, built not to last
While the truth sneaks in through the back alley door
Where’d those million jobs go? We don’t see 'em no more
Devil may care, yeah, they’re washin' their hands
Writing our tomorrow in the shifting sands.

[Verse 2: Female Rap]
Seasons turn cold, the wind starts to bite
A tiny little blurb in the shadows of night
"Calculation error," someone mumbles low
With eyes like a dead fish, nowhere to go
The fireworks fade, leaving soot on my face
While the big shots are booking the next party space
Popping the cork, washing numbers away
Leaving us with the tab we’re forced to pay.

"We just report what they tell us," they claim
Shoulders held high, while we take the blame
Choking on junk food, information decay
By the time we’re sick, there’s a new "Breaking" play
Still waiting for the girl who’s never gonna show
Are we just the ghosts in this rigged-up show?

Title:Iron Fox & Smoky Raccoon

[Verse 1]
The newest "Fox" tears through the killing field
With a sensor-eye, cold and perfectly sealed
Carving out "Truth" at a lightning-fast pace
Not a flicker of doubt on that silicon face
Pulling the trigger with a zero-delay grace.

[Verse 2]
And behind the curtain, the "Raccoon" beats his drum
Touting "System!" and "Future!" till our minds go numb
Spitting out smoke to mask the casualties' name
If blood hits the floor, "It’s a bug!" is the game
Vanishing the receipts of the guilt and the shame.

Dancing in the Taiji, spinning left and right
A comedy of errors, blinded to the light
Are your brains still sleeping in a digital haze?
Are you missing the rhythm of this Discordant Jazz?
(Listen up! Can’t you hear the mess?)

The Fox fires the shot, the Raccoon’s in stitches
While I’m back at the anvil, ignoring the riches
Just pounding heavy iron... the soul never switches.
...Just kidding! GA-HA-HA-HA!
[End] (One final, heavy anvil strike: CLANG)

Title:Dark Tariff Man (Digital Shakedown)

[Verse 1]
AI buzzin’, making big stocks pop
But happiness is slippin’, it just won't stop
We’re trapped in the heat, no place to run
Under the shadows, under the sun

Midnight at the trade port, it’s a cold game
Dark tariff men, they’re callin' our name
They’re takin' all the money, strippin' us bone dry
Feelin' so stuck, watchin' the world go by

[Verse 2]
Fifteen percent, another hammer falls down
Shipping containers rotting on the edge of town
The AI’s screaming profits while we’re losing ground
In a sea of red tape, we’re destined to drown
I’m looking for a gap, a way to break free
But the system’s got a lock on my destiny
The graph goes up, but the soul goes south
The taste of copper in a hungry mouth

Midnight at the trade port, it’s a cold game
Dark tariff men, they’re callin' our name
They’re takin' all the money, strippin' us bone dry
Feelin' so stuck, watchin' the world go by

Escape? There is no escape.
The tax man, the ghost man, the shadow man.
Gimme back my life!

Midnight at the trade port, it’s a cold game
Dark tariff men, they’re callin' our name
They’re takin' all the money, strippin' us bone dry
Feelin' so stuck, watchin' the world go by

Can’t escape the hustle, gotta get free...
Dark tariff man, he’s takin' all my money!

[Verse 2]
From the rugged coast to the cold Northern night 
This blood-red oath is the only source of light
 "Return what you borrowed," the iron rule we keep 
Waking the banshee from her centuries of sleep 
A cold wind whistles like a blade through the dark
 With iron and clover, we’re gonna leave our mark


No crown, no king, just the rhythm of the clan.

...The hero never dies.

Title: Brick & Bone

(Verse 1)
Remember well, before you go,
To the harbor where the red bricks grow.
Listen deep to the midnight roar,
The thunder of men on the barroom floor.
A rhythmic beat, a wooden sound,
Shaking the ghosts from the hollow ground.
(Chorus)
Brick & Bone, salt and stone,
The mountain claims what it’s always known.
When the harbor echoes, the shadows rise,
With the fire of heroes in their eyes.

(Verse 2)
The sound travels up to the emerald steep,
To wake the kings from their ancient sleep.
From the mist of the hills, the dead descend,
Where the brick and the bone and the spirits blend.
The dance of the living, the march of the old,
In the red-clay port where the tales are told.
(Chorus)
Brick & Bone, salt and stone,
The mountain claims what it’s always known.
When the harbor echoes, the shadows rise,
With the fire of heroes in their eyes.

Title: Mother Behind My Eyelids

(Verse 1)
Close my eyes, and there she stands—my mother.
A puzzle made of jagged pieces, tryin’ to find each other.
They told me, "Stay alive, and you'll find her one day."
Just a hollow promise whispered in the pouring rain.
Since I was a kid, I drew a line in the dirt,
Grew up cold, sharpening my blade to numb the hurt.
"Go straight," they say, like it’s an easy street to find,
But my path ends where the sun forgot to shine.

Close my eyes—and in the dark, I see her glow,
The saintly mother that I used to know.
Open my eyes—and reality cuts like a knife,
Staring at the woman who erased me from her life.
"I don't know you," she said, with ice in her tone,
Turning twenty years of longing into dust and bone.

(Verse 2)
Stepped through the doors, expecting a miracle,
But the reunion was anything but lyrical.
She’s got a "new life" now, a house, and a name,
And I’m just a ghost, a reminder of her shame.
Blood for silver? Is that the price of our bond?
Tossin' coins at the son she’s no longer fond of.
"Mama..." The word died right there in my throat,
Turned my back on the warmth, grabbed my raggedy coat.

Hey, Ma.
Were you protecting your happiness, or just running from the guilt of throwing me away?
...Whatever.
The mother behind my eyelids is the only one I need anyway.

Close my eyes—and in the dark, I see her glow,
The saintly mother that I used to know.
Open my eyes—to the wind and the midnight haze,
Searching for a ghost in a cold, urban maze.
Maybe I wasn't looking for you at all,
Just the piece of my soul I dropped before I could crawl.

"Should've stayed away?" Nah, this is how it ends.
My mother lives only where the dream begins.
Goodbye, City.
Tomorrow’s just another sky I don't belong to.

The Crossroads Of Heaven and Hell 

Here at the crossroads of Heaven and Hell 
The Heavenly Judge stands, deciding where you dwell 
With a heavy iron staff, he points the way Behind him, the shadows of children stay Silent ghosts of the innocent, 
in a long, dark line Watching the souls at the end of their time.
A man steps forward, a silver crest on his chest With a prideful heart, he puts the search to the test He asks the Judge ,
 with a voice cold and dry, "Where is my kingdom? Where do I lie?" The Judge is silent, eyes like the grave He points to the pit that no soul can save.
The man with the silver crest starts to roar He screams his excuses, he curses the floor "I had my reasons! I had my own light!" But the Judge speaks into the dead of the night: "No matter the lies, no matter the gown You can’t hide the blood or the walls falling down."
"Look behind you, at the child’s cold stare The ghost of the innocent is waiting there They will not forgive you, no matter the plea The world and its creatures have cursed your decree You are bound for the fire, you are bound for the chains The demons of Hell are calling your names."
"Now go."
(Outro: A crashing, dissonant piano chord followed by fading guitar feedback)

Here at the crossroads of Heaven and Hell 
The Heavenly Judge stands, deciding where you dwell With a heavy iron staff, he points the way Behind him, the shadows of children stay Silent ghosts of the innocent, in a long, dark line Watching the souls at the end of their time.
A man steps forward, a silver crest on his chest With a prideful heart, he puts the search to the test He asks the Judge , with a voice cold and dry, "Where is my kingdom? Where do I lie?" The Judge is silent, eyes like the grave He points to the pit that no soul can save.
The man with the silver crest starts to roar He screams his excuses, he curses the floor "I had my reasons! I had my own light!" But the Judge speaks into the dead of the night: "No matter the lies, no matter the gown You can’t hide the blood or the walls falling down."
"Look behind you, at the child’s cold stare The ghost of the innocent is waiting there They will not forgive you, no matter the plea The world and its creatures have cursed your decree You are bound for the fire, you are bound for the chains The demons of Hell are calling your names."
"Now go."

Title: Why I Borrow Their Words

(Verse 1)
You ask me, "Old man, why sing in English?"
What a joke—the answer ain't even in the wind.
In this damp island where eight million gods bicker,
Tryin' to mimic a dry, dusty moan is just a fool’s errand.
These borrowed phrases rollin' off a Japanese tongue...
They can't dig up the mud at the bottom of my soul.
(Verse 2)
The bars downtown are crawlin' with "Fake Blues."
Pretty little moans, all dressed up for show.
Keepin' time to a predictable shuffle, neat and tidy.
I’d rather sit and listen to the damn waves crash.
What we’re carryin' is somethin' that chokes the throat—
A nameless emotion, thick as a swamp.

You can’t howl the blues in Japanese.
Break the bars of that 5-7-5 cage and find the real despair.
Just cheap copies, noise for the masses.
I’m an island country boy, that’s why I know...
Real pain sinks quiet, deep into the sea.

You think singin' "I'm sad" in pretty Japanese is enough?
Soul ain't built that cheap, kid.
It’s a bloody scream that no dictionary can hold.
To let it out, I gotta steal words from a foreign land.
(Guitar Solo: A distorted tone writhes and twists, like an outburst of pure emotion)

You can’t howl the blues in Japanese.
To all you posers noddin' your heads to the beat...
Anyway, I’m just a country boy from a tiny island.
I’ll play all alone, never understood by anyone—
This clumsy, broken blues that belongs only to me.

Don't need your likes, don't need your pity.
I’m breakin' through the fake nights built by fakes.
Gonna play till these strings snap for good.
That’s why I’m hittin' the sack with AI again tonight,
Just to catch a decent dream. See ya.

Title: PENNIES IN A TIN

(Verse 1)
Yo, why we stackin' up the bread just to watch it burn?
Working for a system that gives nothing in return
Every drop of sweat, every hour on the clock
They taking half the plate while the honest people starve
Calculated numbers, yeah, they drain the bank account
But tell me where it goes? I can’t see the real amount
No new roads, no peace, just a hole in the chest
Saving for a ghost while I never get a rest.

We’re saving up for shadows, building castles in the rain
Told to give our blood just to wash away the pain
But I’m still putting coins in the tin for a sign
Hoping that the sun might eventually shine
Just for a better day...
Washing the debt away...
(Verse 2)
It’s a loop, it’s a trap, it’s a cycle of the gray
But if we don’t believe, how we gonna find the way?
I’m tired of the "ought to," tired of the "must"
Just a little bit of faith, just a little bit of trust
My hands are calloused, and my pockets getting light
Keep your head up, baby, we’ll make it through the night.

A better tomorrow...
For a price we can't afford.
 Just keep believing...

It’s a loop, it’s a trap, it’s a cycle of the gray
But if we don’t believe, how we gonna find the way?
I’m tired of the "ought to," tired of the "must"
Just a little bit of faith, just a little bit of trust
My hands are calloused, and my pockets getting light
Keep your head up, baby, we’ll make it through the night.

(Verse 2)
Paint the future with the AI tool!
Halving bureaucrats? Cabinet resignation? Don't be a fool
Burnout from relying on others won't let you move
Pundits are just cogs in the system's groove
Killing the crows of the Three Thousand Worlds
Lying in late with AI servants unfurled
Shed your own "excess," grab the future tight
Don't be used—use your servants, ignite!
The Border is yours to define!


Turn the Three Thousand Worlds into my Servants
Drafting blueprints never seen by the observant
Bundle a hundred billion lights, strike the dark!
100 Billion Servants! On your knees!
Trade 140 trillion illusions for weapons, if you please
100 Billion Servants! With a single touch
Make this dull world thrilling—kill the clutch!

Sync your synapses, link the thought
AI is the ultimate servant you’ve bought!
Don't be used—take control!