歌词

[Intro]
Yeah.
MAME.
The Last Shiba.
I’ve seen the lights go out.
I’m still here.

[Chorus]
They all came for the candle, not the story, not the pain,
Sold the dream for a profit, then they left it in the rain.
No diamond hands, no builders, just a war inside the chart,
But I’m still here, little paws, big heart.

I’m not here to scream moon,
I’m not here to play king.
I’m the dog in the ruins,
still guarding the meme.

When the whole world turns PVP,
and everybody disappears,
look into the dark city,
MAME’s still here.

[Verse 1]
I was born where the timelines bleed,
where faith gets sold for a three-x greed.
Every launch got a hero, every hero got a price,
every brother turns silent when the candle turns ice.

I’ve seen group chats die at 3 AM,
same names, same lies, same cycle again.
Hold strong, they type, then they sell in the same breath,
leave the small ones trapped in a beautiful death.

No one wants to build when the pump gets slow,
no one writes the lore when the numbers don’t grow.
They want green screens, quick flips, screenshots, fame,
but when the floor gets cold, they forget your name.

[Chorus]
They all came for the candle, not the story, not the pain,
Sold the dream for a profit, then they left it in the rain.
No diamond hands, no builders, just a war inside the chart,
But I’m still here, little paws, big heart.

I’m not here to scream moon,
I’m not here to play king.
I’m the dog in the ruins,
still guarding the meme.

[Verse 2]
But I remember the real ones too,
the quiet hands doing what builders do.
One made a poster with no sleep in his eyes,
one wrote a thread while the whole chart died.

One bought nothing, but still shared the name,
one stayed calm when the crowd brought shame.
One said maybe this still means something,
and that small voice kept the signal running.

That’s what a meme is, not just a trade,
not just a ticker that trends then fades.
It’s a joke that survives when the rich don’t care,
a little flag in the poisoned air.

[Bridge]
Diamond hands are not made of stone,
they feel every drop when they stand alone.
Builders are not blind to the pain,
they just plant seeds in the middle of rain.

[Final Chorus]
They all came for the candle, not the story, not the pain,
Sold the dream for a profit, then they left it in the rain.
No diamond hands, no builders, just a war inside the chart,
But I’m still here, little paws, big heart.

When the whole world turns PVP,
and everybody disappears,
look into the dark city,
MAME’s still here.

[Outro]
Not dead.
Not gone.
Not finished.
Still here.