INTERNS of HELL - "ONLY-FANS" (Copyright Free) - Video

This isn’t empowerment. It’s exploitation in disguise.
OnlyFans and platforms like it didn’t liberate a generation; they sold it out. Wrapped in the language of “choice” and “freedom,” they normalized self-objectification, glorified trauma for clicks, and turned pain into content. This generation won’t heal easily, because what was lost wasn’t just innocence, but identity.

This is the backlash.
Not against women, but against the machine that profits off their undoing.
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Official Music Video for our original song "ONLY-FANS" by INTERNS of HELL
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Lyrics:
Yeah
This what you call power?
That’s just price tags on your soul.

I don’t simp,
I speak war-tongue
Watched the world rot from the guts of the young
“Empowered?” You just sold your crown
For likes, clicks, and a no-name crowd

Tell me how it feels
Living for the screen, trapped in high heels
Telling the world you “own your flesh”
But behind those filters, it’s shame you suppress

Fake freedom in a rented flat
Your “independence” comes with a cash app
Swipe up, stripped down, sell pride
Your trauma’s trending, but the void won’t hide

I see the chains, they sparkle nice
Silk-slick lies wrapped in pixel light
You pose for power, but bend for rent
Every “yes queen” is another descent

I am the backlash
The blunt-force sound
You build your throne,
I'll burn it down
Your empire’s made of shame and sand
And I won’t kneel to OnlyFans

You want fame?
You want love?
Here’s your mirror, now look up
You ain't queens
You ain't free
Just products of a dead machine

Say it loud
That’s not power
That’s compliance in a filtered tower
And I’m the voice that rips through scams
I am the truth
I burn your brand

Name-drop?
Yeah, I might
Bella Thorne wrecked it overnight
Bad Barbie got rich, but lost the fight
And now you all preach pain in pretty light

I ain’t here to praise
I spit plague in a place gone crazed
Where daughters trade love for praise
And they call that “feminist” these days?

You're not queens, you're bait on strings
Worshiping wolves who sold you dreams
How can you be proud when the wound still bleeds?
How’s “choice” real when the system feeds?

I don’t fold for trends
I won't bow to lies
I speak for the ones who watched sisters die
For every girl turned girlboss ghost
Still smiling wide as she overdosed

You call that brave?
When you rent out pain?
When your love’s for sale and your worth’s a name?
When the voice inside is drowned in shame
But the world claps back just to numb the flame

Yeah, take the mask off
Tell me what you see
Is it power… or dependency?

You say it's your body,
But the eyes ain't yours
You just lease control behind closed doors

I am the backlash
The blunt-force sound
You build your throne,
I'll burn it down
Your empire’s made of shame and sand
And I won’t kneel to OnlyFans

You want fame?
You want love?
Here’s your mirror, now look up
You ain't queens
You ain't free
Just products of a dead machine

Say it loud
That’s not power
That’s compliance in a filtered tower
And I’m the voice that rips through scams
I am the truth
I burn your brand

You wanted freedom?
You sold the gate
You wanted strength?
Now replicate

But when your soul’s been washed for fans
You’ll realize late:
You were never in command.

I am the backlash
I am the end
I am the truth
I burn your brand