[INTRO] Scroll... scroll... scroll... Another mandible trapped in the machine. Compress. Distort. Deform. [VERSE 1] Tongue to the roof like a parasite's grip, Chasing a bone-line, biting the lip. Hiding the fracture behind welded gates, Spine forged in iron while sealing your fate. Static in the mirror, data in the eyes, Feeding the algorithm synthetic lies. Bro-science whispers through a digital screen, Wiring the jaw of a ghost in the machine. [PRE-CHORUS] Measure the angle, sharpen the grind, Leave all your natural humanity behind. It's a glitch in the logic, a fault in the code, Carrying this phantom impossible load. [CHORUS] MEW-MAX. JAW-CRACK. REBUILD THE SHELL. Trapped in a vanity vertical hell. Locked in a posture, starving for form, Lost in the center of an aesthetic storm. MEW-MAX. UPGRADE. REDEFINE THE BONE. Sacrificing silence for a pedestal throne. Everybody hunting that mythical grade, While the face that you own begins to fade. [VERSE 2] Saliva drips as you lock the pose, Breathing through static instead of your nose. It's a ritual dance for a profile pic, If vanity's poison then this is the trick. The scanner is buzzing, alignment corrupted, Worshipping angles until thought is disrupted. Abs in the shadows, jaw in the light, Fighting your nature with all of your might. BONE FRACTURE. FACE CAPTURE. BONE FRACTURE. FACE CAPTURE. FLESH ARCHITECTURE. SYSTEM FAILURE. [FINAL CHORUS] MEW-MAX. MEW-MAX. TEETH AND STAIN. Searching for structure in digital rain. And somewhere beneath all the posture and chrome... Just wanted to feel a little more at home. [OUTRO] M E W T MUTE
