Scondhand Shame (AI concert - nu metal version) - Rage

"The pitch-black shadow of disappointed death-terror pierces my heart..." This song is a cry of helpless rage and denial. It emerged in a world where the contrast between images of global destruction and our everyday comforts has become unbearable. Why do we feel secondhand shame for the failures of others? Who decided that we should let it all go and cross the point of no return? This very human poem was inspired by eco-anxiety, while the music and performance were finalised by artificial intelligence. The ultimate irony is that we are rebelling against technocratic self-destruction with AI, delivered straight to your YouTube feed. Is there too much anger? Listen to the voice of resigned acceptance as well. You can find the melodic techno version here:    • Scondhand Shame (Club version) - Acceptance   Lyrics: In the mindless doomscrolling, suddenly something makes me pause… A disheveled, thin polar bear jumps on an ice floe with its last remaining cause… I can almost feel the vibration of fear, hunger, and wild frustration, Who and when decided that we will burn down the whole world, our only redemption? As I’m suddenly flooded by grief, anger, and a burning secondhand shame of choice, The hum of the AC, once so soothing, turns into a useless background noise… In my helplessness, I turn to the AI, begging for answers on what to pursue, Can I only do enough to feel myself guilty, but not enough to change the view? Should I give up cars, flying, and as an omnivore, should I stop eating meat? Should I lobby, buy secondhand, use clean power, and insulate my home from the street? Should I turn off the computer, the AC, use no AI, no laptop, no phone? But then what can those hundreds of millions in trouble do, who none of these have really owned? The pitch-black shadow of disappointed death-terror pierces my heart, with precision, As desperate actions are only met with complete indifference as a reaction, My mind is panicking, searching for some tangible, comforting way out, While my hand, I forgot on the phone, scrolls for new impulses, chasing the doubt… As I turn off the now useless AC, I watch some random kitten video play, Somehow the cuteness feels fake, as the song the AI composed along the way. Behind my closed eyes, disappointed, starving, accusing eyes brightly burn… Who and when decided that we’d let it all go, and just leave behind the point of no return? [Outro] Who and when decided that we’d let it all go, and just leave behind the point of no return?