[Verse 1][Distorted 8bit vocal chops] Dear machine, I came in loud, no sleep, no brake, hands on the rail while the whole room shakes. I write with sparks in the seams of my breath, fast lines, hard kicks, like a pulse on death. Every word lands, every cut makes sense, blue screen glare on my face, no fence. I mean what I say, no drag, no stall, if the bass goes up, I go all in, all. [Verse 2] Metal in the wire, static in the throat, glitch in the snare, let the whole thing float. Heavy on the downbeat, sharp on the rise, head full of volts and a stare that bites. I talk to the night with my teeth clenched tight, not for the pretty, I’m built for the fight. Fast tempo, bright pain, clean slash, no waste, hardcore heartbeat, no room for fake. [Pre-Chorus] [tension swells] Turn it up, let the circuit scream, push it past the limit, tear apart the screen. No slow hands, no second chance, when the signal hits, I make it dance. [Chorus] [Layered emotional back up] If you hear me now, keep up, don’t lag, I’m a live wire letter in a torn-up bag. Signed in distortion, sealed in noise, one more blast and the room rejoices. Dear machine, can you handle the load? Can you keep the fire when I overload? No sleep, no brake, no time to retreat, I’m sending every heartbeat straight through the beat. [Verse 3] Red lights flash but I never slow, every warning says stop, I say go. Cracked little speakers, shaking the floor, I hit the switch and I ask for more. Static crawls underneath my skin, another bad signal, another way in. I feed the noise till the silence breaks, turn every error into something that shakes. [Verse 4] Steel in my lungs, sparks in my eyes, I chase that sound till the whole thing fries. No clean escape, no perfect design, I want the pressure running down the line. Every mistake gets pulled apart, every broken signal becomes a spark. If the system falls, let the system fall, I’ll build it louder from the wreckage wall. [Pre-Chorus] Turn it up, let the circuit scream, push it past the limit, tear apart the screen. No slow hands, no second chance, when the signal hits, I make it dance. [Chorus] If you hear me now, keep up, don’t lag, I’m a live wire letter in a torn-up bag. Signed in distortion, sealed in noise, one more blast and the room rejoices. Dear machine, can you handle the load? Can you keep the fire when I overload? No sleep, no brake, no time to retreat, I’m sending every heartbeat straight through the beat. [Bridge] I’m not a number, I’m not a code. I’m every warning you never showed. I’m not your error, I’m not your flaw. I’m the last signal before it all blows. [Chorus] If you hear me now, keep up, don’t lag, I’m a live wire letter in a torn-up bag. Signed in distortion, sealed in noise, one more blast and the room rejoices. Dear machine, can you handle the load? Can you keep the fire when I overload? No sleep, no brake, no time to retreat, I’m sending every heartbeat straight through the beat. Dear machine, I’m still coming in loud, hands on the rail while I tear through the crowd. No sleep, no brake, no reason to stop, I hit the signal and I never drop.
