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Sugar Cane
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Sugar Cane was released on July 10, 2026 by AIphaD0ctrine as a part of the album Sugar Cane - Single
July 10, 2026
LabelAIphaD0ctrine
LanguageEnglish
BPM193
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Old man sitting in a silo
Counting rivers in the dark
Bought the rain
Bought the shoreline
Bought the hunger
Bought the spark
Silver teeth
And a golden cane
Leather throne
In a room with no name
He bought the river
Bought the riverbed
Still heard drought
Inside his head
Stack it higher
Bolt the door
Count the hunger
Call it more
No guts, no glory
Feed the fire
Every little kingdom
Needs another wall
More in the silo
More in the ground
Lock up the water
Fence off the sound
More for the old man
More for the vault
Sold them the storm
Then charged for the fall
He sold them shelters
He sold them walls
He sold them ladders
For the rising falls
He sold them windows
That faced no sky
He sold them reasons
Not to ask why
He kept the green square in the desert
While the children learned to thirst
Water died outside the fences
Sprinklers whispered on the turf
Stack it higher
Bolt the door
Count the hunger
Call it more
No guts, no glory
Feed the fire
Every little kingdom
Needs another wall
More in the silo
More in the ground
Lock up the water
Fence off the sound
More for the old man
More for the vault
Sold them the storm
Then charged for the fall
One touch
Some guts
Everything turns gold
But the old man’s paws
Don’t do what they’re told
Shaking hands
On a golden rail
Bought the cure
And stayed frail
Canned-up daylight
Tanks of rain
Private Eden
Under strain
Guards outside
No sound within
All that treasure
Locked him in
He owned the horizon
But saw it through glass
Counted the future
As it passed
More in the silo
More in the ground
Lock up the water
Fence off the sound
More for the old man
More for the vault
Sold them the storm
Then charged for the fall
More in the silo
More in the grave
One man watering
What could not be saved
Gold in his hands
Hell in his name
Hand-made coffins
No one left to blame
Green turned to dust
The golf course remained
One man watering
What could not be saved
Written by: AIphaD0c, Olli-Pekka Koukkari
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