[Verse 1] [Spoken, low fidelity] I spent a decade searching for the off-switch, Tracing the frayed wires back to the source. Every therapist offered a quick fix, A temporary roadmap leading off course. I labeled it 'seasonal' or 'just fatigue', Blaming the weather, the city, the time zones. Chasing the high of a supposed reprieve, Leaving breadcrumbs hoping they'd guide me home. But the home was always built on shifting sand, And the scaffolding never felt quite right. I shook the snow globe just to understand Why the dust clouds only settled at night. [Chorus] [Synth hook drops, beat heavy] This isn't a detour, it's the main road. This isn't a malfunction, it’s the design. I stopped waiting for the software update, 'Cause this broken code is finally mine. [Permanent static, humming in the background] I burned the blueprints for the great escape. No more climbing fences, no more holding breath. The cure is just a myth, a pleasant shape. I made peace with the beautiful death. [Verse 2] [Rhythmic, slightly aggressive delivery] So I started mapping the craters instead, Driving the perimeter of the feeling. Less energy wasted trying to mend the dead, More focus on how to keep the ceiling From caving in when the pressure builds high. I found comfort in the predictable lows. No need to ask the cosmic questions why, Just learn the rhythm that the river flows. Built a fortress in the gray weather now, Furnished the room inside the echo chamber. Don't chase the sunlight, don't take a bow. Just managing the flickering temper. [Chorus] [Vocals layered, distorted bass] This isn't a detour, it's the main road. This isn't a malfunction, it’s the design. I stopped waiting for the software update, 'Cause this broken code is finally mine. [Permanent static, humming in the background] I burned the blueprints for the great escape. No more climbing fences, no more holding breath. The cure is just a myth, a pleasant shape. I made peace with the beautiful death. [Bridge] [Instrumentation strips down, hazy pad sounds] It used to feel like failure, the cyclical turn. Like I failed the lesson, failed the final test. But acceptance is the one bridge I had to burn, To realize this current state is what I manifest. And the heavy load? It's just weight training now. I'm stronger for carrying what can't be set down. [Electronic whirring, sudden jump cut] [Chorus] [Full volume, slightly more urgent] This isn't a detour, it's the main road. This isn't a malfunction, it’s the design. I stopped waiting for the software update, 'Cause this broken code is finally mine. [Permanent static, humming in the background] I burned the blueprints for the great escape. No more climbing fences, no more holding breath. The cure is just a myth, a pleasant shape. I made peace with the beautiful death. [Outro] [Beat fades, repetitive synth loop, deadpan whispering] Beautiful death... Just the baseline now. Static... always static.
