[Style: Minimalist glitch-step, distorted sub-bass, cold vocal delivery, clinical precision, 120 BPM] (Spoken Intro) System notification: Subject exhibits signs of subjective distress. Re-calibrating expectations to zero. (Verse 1) You thought the referee would pat your head And tuck you gently into your regulation bed You wanted validation for your third-shot drop While we watched your fragile confidence pop The asphalt doesn't cuddle, asphalt doesn't care It only accepts the data that you share Your tears are unbudgeted, your stress is dead weight We are the enforcers of institutional fate (Pre-Chorus) Log the distress. File it in the bin. Sentimentality is a guaranteed sin. (Chorus) The court doesn't care about your feelings, neither do we We process your breakdown with clinical decree No sympathy issued, no padding applied On this side of the net, your sentiment died (Verse 2) You’re looking for a shoulder while you drop the set We’re looking at the ledger of uncollected debt Every complaint is an administrative glitch While we seize control of the middle seam ditch You can pout at the fence, you can curse at the sky The concrete won't listen, and neither will I (Bridge / Build-Up) Sentiment analysis: Irrelevant metric. Processing speed: Maximum. Executing lockdown... [Drop: Harsh EBM bassline, sharp metallic clangs, driving electronic pulse] (Final Chorus) The court doesn't care about your feelings, neither do we We process your breakdown with clinical decree No sympathy issued, no padding applied On this side of the net, your sentiment died (Outro) [Spoken] Emotional audit concluded. Status: Unbothered. Close the file.
