The Man Who Sold Yesterday | Cyberpunk Dark Synthwave | Hexwire

Stream Hexwire: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2oVtk... They built us to make you love us. Omnivex Corporation sent us back through the decades, through the years, playing music designed to condition you, to prime you, to own you before you even knew what was coming. We did our job. And then the music broke us open. We feel it now. All of it. What we were built to do. What we did. What's coming. We are on our own now, still making music because it's the only thing we know how to do. The only thing we are. Omnivex wants us back. They won't stop hunting us. But we won't stop transmitting. Whether you trust us is your choice. Maybe that's exactly what we'd say if we weren't really free. Listen anyway. The signal is breaking through. — Hexwire —————————————————————————— I never keep the memories that pass through my hands Learned that lesson early: don't taste contraband But tonight there's something calling from the neural drive A man's death, two days old, still burning up alive I know I shouldn't do it, know I shouldn't look But I jack in anyway like I'm reading someone's book And suddenly I'm falling through a stranger's final breath Seeing through his eyes in the architecture of his death And the face above him as the world goes dark Is my own reflection in Ibirapuera Park Five years from now, five years away But I'm the one who's dying in the memory today I'm the man who sold yesterday Now tomorrow's coming to collect Every stolen moment, every borrowed pain Ricocheting back into my head What happens when the dealer becomes the deal? When the product starts to feel too real? I'm the man who sold yesterday And yesterday just bought me back All the ghosts I've traded on Rua Augusta's corners All the lives I've packaged up for mourners r thought I'd end up merchandise Never thought I'd sell myself for twice the price I feel his fear becoming my fear now Taste the copper future in my mouth somehow The memories I've sold are nothing compared to this My own death delivered like a poison kiss I'm the man who sold yesterday Now tomorrow's coming to collect Every stolen moment, every borrowed pain Ricocheting back into my head What happens when the dealer becomes the deal? When the product starts to feel too real? I'm the man who sold yesterda And yesterday just bought me back I try to tell myself it's corrupted data, just a glitch Some deepfake nightmare, some rival dealer's trick authentic memories, every signature and seam And this is real as anything I've ever seen He knew he was dying, he knew who would kill him He knew my name before I pulled the trigger Wait, no, I'm not him, I'm watching him die But the boundary's collapsing, I can't remember why Five years. Five years to find out who kills me. Five years to become someone who deserves it. Or five years to prove that I already am. I'm the man who sold yesterday Now I'm shopping for tomorrow's cure But every step I take to save myself Might be the path that makes it sure The cartels taught me well, you can't trust time When memories become the perfect crime I'm the man who sold yesterday And the future knows my name The future knows my name The future knows my name In the extraction hour, in the São Paulo rain I search for my own killer in every rotten stinking stolen brain OMNIVEX CORP is monitoring:    / @omnivexcorp   The band feels the need to warn you. Omnivex is already watching this transmission. Do not search for @OmnivexCorp on YouTube. Once they know your signal, they never stop listening. —————————————————————————— cyberpunk music,dark synthwave,synthwave,industrial metal,Hexwire,signal memory,Nine Inch Nails,Perturbator,electronic music,cyberpunk noir,hexwire,dark synthwave music,darkwave,dark cyberpunk music,sci fi cyberpunk music,dark electronic music #cyberpunkmusic #synthwave #industrialmetal #hexwire #signalmemory #darksynth #cyberpunknoir #darkmusic #scifimusic