[Intro] [Verse 1] Browhat crawls through Kathmandu nights, A neon haze where the wrong feels right, Celtcel’s code bleeds into the screen, Two hunters tracing a ghost unseen. Dystopia whispers in encrypted threads, A name erased, a life left for d**d, They stalk her pixels, her digital trail, A silent w*r where the weak prevail. [Chorus] Dystopia, hide your face from the wire, They’ll carve your truth from the dark and fire, Unloved waits where the secrets bleed, A name exposed is the death you’ll feed. [Verse 2] IP traces like venomous veins, They crack her gates through fire and chains, A birthtown pinned on a b***d-red map, One click to seal a lethal trap. Celtcel laughs as the data screams, Browhat’s fists clutch distant dreams, A woman’s life in their hollow hands, A judge and jury for shadowed lands. [Bridge] Unloved’s claws tear the final thread, Her name in lights—*Tomorrow, she’s d**d.* The screen fades black with a hollow hum, Two men vanish—where they’re from? No one comes. [Verse 3] They found her door where the streetlights die, No tears left for the *how* or *why*, Dystopia’s breath meets a blade’s cold hymn, The shadows close as the world grows dim. [Outro]