QAIDAN – producer, performer, songwriter, released the single and music video “Despair” on June 15, which is the first part of a quadriptych.
The work expose the problem of corrupt officials, the selective application of rules in government, a system of mutual cover-ups, and the use of power as a tool for personal influence.
“Despair” is a mix of harsh synthetic sounds and emotional tension captured at the moment when anger, exhaustion, and inner pressure can no longer be expressed in words. The cold atmosphere of the track blurs the line between personal state and the surrounding chaos.
The composition contains a combination of dark hip-hop and trap, industrial aesthetics, and an intense mood. Behind the harsh and controlled sound there is a sense of disappointment with reality and society.
The Lyrics
Pocket-sized puppets, dusted off, souls sold for a cut.
Until you pay the poll tax, they won’t move a finger or foot.
Fucking powerful.
(Sick of that bullshit.)
One hand washes the other, but there's a hand that chokes.
So you tuck your neck in. Fuck living like this, folks.
You can't put a harness on a ram, no matter how a whore calls it, boy.
We have a titanium front, but the core is made of shitty alloy.
Sure, glory to the heroes, but you’ve pissed yours away somehow.
We’ve got unfinished business — now we'll see who's right, here and now.
All their brain-dead chatter — just professional negligence, solid and whack.
I’d sign off on that myself, just so they’d get the fuck off my back.
But no — now I’m the target, 'cause I’m an obstacle to their ambition.
The oath to "serve and protect," but only those who pay for admission.
I guess it’s despair. This fucking circus never learns a thing,
That those who don't care for it, aren't criminals you should bring.
Greens or blues, left or right, black or white —
Executive morons, just waiting for a "good boy" from the height.
"We'll cut their light and heat to over-fulfill the plan."
But why are you twitching to stand on the front line, you dumb man?
Aiming of service to the top, but there's a rock bottom you thoroughly hit.
An acceptably limited one tells me that I am infinitely fit.
I guess it’s despair.
Look how many of them have bred here.
When the law is on my side, they cry instead of making me fear.
No person — no problem, simple math to keep.
Put your Glock on safety — patriots are on the checkpoints, deep.
If I didn’t know how to rhyme some bars,
I’d go and ask someone mute.
So go on, tell me how "art"
brings victory in this pursuit.
Since the war is "somewhere out there," and many joined the line to rush the russian cliqe...
I won't be too harsh on protecting those who's weak and sick.
However,
Despite all that, and unlike them,
I have plenty of grounds.
"Just hold on a bit longer?"
Ask a fortune teller why I'm still safe and sound.
'Cause all the attempts to unleash the dogs are nothing but clamor,
So back off, loser. It’s ironic,
Since I’m supposedly a traitor, coward, and a weakling worst ever.
Ukraine — a 35-year-long scam that dragged on.
I fuck its laws and its social contract,
'Cause they tried to sell me my military ID for way too long.
I've had an example nearby my whole life, showing what trash this is.
So fuck military duty, fuck the oath, fuck the TCK business.
There's enough negativity here to drown in, but we'll solve this issue.
If I’ve already wandered through others' imaginations, why the fuck mine needs you?
I’d hardly be running and hiding just to stay out of sight.
Trench rats differ from office rats, 'cause the latter wear suits to the fight.
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