PHASE 3 - Sort of Bullying

PHASE 3 - Sort of Bullying

Lyric: PHASE 3 with Gemini
Compose: PHASE 3 with SUNO
Production: PHASE 3 with SUNO
Cover Design: PHASE 3 with Gemini

[Verse 1]
A silent archivist, a shadow in the meeting room, Built a fortress of silence, sealed inside the tomb. The king of the cipher, holding all the keys, Got a map of the treasure that he never aims to please. Every file’s a weapon, every byte a private war, We're walking blind on floorboards he secured behind the door. He talks a big game, about 'synergy' and 'team,' But his definition of sharing is a cold and empty dream. We’re all just pawns in a chess match he alone can see, He thinks the data flow stops where his ego wants it to be. Yeah, he’s a mountain of knowledge, but he’s standing on the brink, 'Cause the only water moving is the water he won't let us drink.

[Chorus]
It’s a slow-burn fire, no smoke and no flames, Just the chill of exclusion, playing mind games. We call it 'leadership,' but the truth is hard to swallow, Sort of bullying, the path that we all have to follow. The silence is the violence, and we just stand and watch, The broken spirit lingers on the team's lonely watch.

[Verse 2]
Now let me tell you 'bout the soldiers who once shielded your name, Who whispered affirmations when the company placed the blame. We built you a pedestal, thought you’d share the whole damn game, Thought you’d be the captain, igniting the same flame. But the mirror’s a liar, and the reflection’s cold and cruel, You cut the line of support, breaking every single rule. The worst cut is the memory, of the hand we used to hold, Now we're just footnotes in a story that you alone have told. It’s like you handed out expired gifts to every single one, And watched us choke on gratitude before the race was done. The data’s still locked tight, but the trust is what you stole, A lonely kind of tyrant, selling off his own soul for control.

[Chorus]
It’s a slow-burn fire, no smoke and no flames, Just the chill of exclusion, playing mind games. We call it 'leadership,' but the truth is hard to swallow, Sort of bullying, the path that we all have to follow. The silence is the violence, and we just stand and watch, The broken spirit lingers on the team's lonely watch.

[Bridge]
No shout, no fist, no scar you can see on the skin, Just the cold air of exclusion, where the real battle begins. He’s the architect of isolation, the master of the void, A closed system hero, whose presence is destroyed... ...The unity we swore to uphold, when the mission was clear, Now he stands above the rubble, and no one dares to draw near.

[Outro]
Yeah... Sort of bullying... A slow, quiet betrayal... You hurt the ones who had your back... And now we walk away.