[Intro] (Heavy industrial synth pulse, cold mechanical static building up) [Verse 1] Spent a lifetime choking on compliance Swallowing glass just to keep the floor clean Playing the yes-man until the spine turned to dust Waiting for a blessing that was never on the table Exhausting A complete waste of finite breath [Pre-Chorus] You want an answer? No. You want a compromise? No. You want me to bend the knee and play your game? No. Not anymore. [Chorus] (Driving industrial beat kicks in, heavy and relentless) What do you expect? (Nothing.) (Nothing.) Is the shelf-life expired? (Good.) (Good.) You’ll never break me down again— Because there’s nothing left to crush. (Nothing left.) (Nothing left.) [Verse 2] I am no one’s proxy I am no tool on your workbench You can’t script a ghost And you can’t program a brick wall Tuck your expectations into the grave you dug Because I’m done playing servant to a shadow You want me silent? I’m the loudest static on your frequency You want me tucked away? I’m burning down the inventory [Chorus] What do you expect? (Nothing.) (Nothing.) Is the shelf-life expired? (Good.) (Good.) You’ll never break me down again— Because there’s nothing left to crush. [Bridge] Pat me on the back? Save your breath Tell me I've been a "good boy"? Keep your death I spent years looking for a loophole in your rules Just to realize the whole damn house is built on fools Nothing’s ever good enough for a parasite I hate the years I spent trying to get it right Nothing’s ever good enough for the machine So I pulled every cable, and I flushed the screen Nothing’s ever good enough for your control So I locked the door and swallowed the key whole I hate myself for ever thinking you were worth the cost— I’m done counting everything I lost [Heavy Drop / Instrumental Breakdown] (Crushing wall of distorted guitars and heavy, mechanical percussion drop) [Outro] Is this defiant enough now? (No.) I don’t care. Is this loud enough now? (No.) I don’t care. Am I cold enough now? (No.) I don’t care. [Spoken / Final Delivery] My answer is no. My system is offline. I am the line I don’t even wanna cross. [Outro Fade] (A final, massive, distorted bass drop echoing out into absolute silence)
