LET ME OUT

Aggressive industrial techno at 145 BPM pummels with a relentless 4/4 kick, harsh metallic percussion, and layers of glitchy FX, Distorted synths drenched in reverb weave through dark Phrygian/Locrian fragments, Tracks surge via mechanical build-ups, unleashing punishing drops

Every bill’s a bullet, every balance is a butcher,
I’m a glitch inside a system built to bleed me like a sucker.
I’m collapsing in a loop,
same stress, same mess, same “maybe next month” chest-crush truth.

And Christmas creepin’ in like a thief in a choir robe,
Jingles jinglin’ while I choke on “joy,” bro.
What gifts? What hope? What life? What peace?
I’m wrapping empty boxes full of fears I can’t release.

[VERSE 2]
I’m angry at the mirror for reflectin’ this embarrassment,
Angry at the world for lettin’ me inherit it,
Angry at myself for every dumb decision’s negligence,
Angry at the clock, every second is a sentence and a severance.

My dreams? They’re landfill now, stacked in layers of regret,
Like “maybe I’ll fix it later” buried under “I ain’t fixed it yet.”
I'm a walking dissonance,
A symphony of cynicism twisted into infinite imprisonment.

I fantasize about vanishing 
delete me, retreating, leaving, cease breathing clean freeing.
Literal, NOT metaphorical escape from this machine-bleeding.
But every exit’s boarded, every door retorted,
Feels like life's a hoax where the joke is I can’t afford it.

[HOOK]
LET ME OUT 
OF THIS BRAIN, OF THIS PAIN, OF TH,E SAME OLD CYCLE!
LET ME OUT 
OF THE DEBT, OF REGRET, OF THE SELF-MADE RIFLE!
LET ME OUT 
OF THE LIES THAT I TELL JUST TO GET THROUGH THE DAY!
LET ME OUT 
‘CAUSE I’M ONE BAD THOUGHT FROM FADING AWAY!

[VERSE 3]
I walk around with a bomb ticking under my ribs,
Stress sharpened like a shiv from the life that I live.
If rage was a river, I’d drown continents in it,
If guilt was a weapon, I’d have blown past the limit.

I’m a paradox of pressure 
A king of killing my own kingdom, cursed by my own measures.
Happiness? Nah, that’s a rumor for the rich,
I stitch wounds into wounds till the whole soul splits.

People talk “be strong,” but they don’t taste this venom,
They don’t feel the phantom failures I keep dragging like an emblem.
They don’t hear the screaming in my cortex-complex, vortex,
Torn flesh of a thought that I’m forever gonna be more wrecked.

Debt chains clank in my chest cavity,
Gravity dragging me back to the same damn tragedy.
I ain’t climbing out of this 
I’m climbing into it, into the pit, intimate with infinite bitterness.

[VERSE 4]
I’m the architect of agony,
A masterpiece of tragedy collapsing in unraveling majesty 
A parody of sanity,
Drastically dragging my past behind me like a ragged tapestry.

I’m the static in a symphony,
The echo of a life that died mid-melody 
The irony?
I keep pretending I’m “fine,” like that lie ain’t killing me steadily.

I’m tired of the “maybe one day” myth,
Tired of the “stay strong” script,
Tired of the fight, tired of the night, tired of pretending spite is might,
Tired of knowing I built my own cage, brick-by-brick, line-by-line.

...
LET ME OUT 
I’M A PRISON OF MY OWN DESIGN!
LET ME OUT 
I GOT NOTHING LEFT BUT THIS HATE IN MY MIND!
LET ME OUT 
I’M A BLADE, I’M AFRAID, I’M A BROKEN MACHINE!
LET ME OUT 
OR I’LL SCREAM MYSELF INTO OBSOLETE!
LET ME OUT 
OF THIS BRAIN, OF THIS PAIN, OF TH,E SAME OLD CYCLE!
LET ME OUT 
OF THE DEBT, OF REGRET, OF THE SELF-MADE RIFLE!
LET ME OUT 
OF THE LIES THAT I TELL JUST TO GET THROUGH THE DAY!
LET ME OUT 
‘CAUSE I’M ONE BAD THOUGHT FROM FADING AWAY!

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[VERSE 1 ] I’m a walking meltdown, meltdown, hell-bound, debt-drowned headcase, Paycheck pyro, watch me burn my own hope down in dead space. Drag my shadow through the doorway, worn-out, war-torn, sore-throat storm, Think I’m living but I’m dying in installments, death paid form-by-form. Every bill’s a bullet, every balance is a butcher, I’m a glitch inside a system built to bleed me like a sucker. I’m collapsing in a loop, same stress, same mess, same “maybe next month” chest-crush truth. And Christmas creepin’ in like a thief in a choir robe, Jingles jinglin’ while I choke on “joy,” bro. What gifts? What hope? What life? What peace? I’m wrapping empty boxes full of fears I can’t release. [VERSE 2] I’m angry at the mirror for reflectin’ this embarrassment, Angry at the world for lettin’ me inherit it, Angry at myself for every dumb decision’s negligence, Angry at the clock, every second is a sentence and a severance. My dreams? They’re landfill now, stacked in layers of regret, Like “maybe I’ll fix it later” buried under “I ain’t fixed it yet.” I'm a walking dissonance, A symphony of cynicism twisted into infinite imprisonment. I fantasize about vanishing delete me, retreating, leaving, cease breathing clean freeing. Literal, NOT metaphorical escape from this machine-bleeding. But every exit’s boarded, every door retorted, Feels like life's a hoax where the joke is I can’t afford it. [HOOK] LET ME OUT OF THIS BRAIN, OF THIS PAIN, OF TH,E SAME OLD CYCLE! LET ME OUT OF THE DEBT, OF REGRET, OF THE SELF-MADE RIFLE! LET ME OUT OF THE LIES THAT I TELL JUST TO GET THROUGH THE DAY! LET ME OUT ‘CAUSE I’M ONE BAD THOUGHT FROM FADING AWAY! [VERSE 3] I walk around with a bomb ticking under my ribs, Stress sharpened like a shiv from the life that I live. If rage was a river, I’d drown continents in it, If guilt was a weapon, I’d have blown past the limit. I’m a paradox of pressure A king of killing my own kingdom, cursed by my own measures. Happiness? Nah, that’s a rumor for the rich, I stitch wounds into wounds till the whole soul splits. People talk “be strong,” but they don’t taste this venom, They don’t feel the phantom failures I keep dragging like an emblem. They don’t hear the screaming in my cortex-complex, vortex, Torn flesh of a thought that I’m forever gonna be more wrecked. Debt chains clank in my chest cavity, Gravity dragging me back to the same damn tragedy. I ain’t climbing out of this I’m climbing into it, into the pit, intimate with infinite bitterness. [VERSE 4] I’m the architect of agony, A masterpiece of tragedy collapsing in unraveling majesty A parody of sanity, Drastically dragging my past behind me like a ragged tapestry. I’m the static in a symphony, The echo of a life that died mid-melody The irony? I keep pretending I’m “fine,” like that lie ain’t killing me steadily. I’m tired of the “maybe one day” myth, Tired of the “stay strong” script, Tired of the fight, tired of the night, tired of pretending spite is might, Tired of knowing I built my own cage, brick-by-brick, line-by-line. ... LET ME OUT I’M A PRISON OF MY OWN DESIGN! LET ME OUT I GOT NOTHING LEFT BUT THIS HATE IN MY MIND! LET ME OUT I’M A BLADE, I’M AFRAID, I’M A BROKEN MACHINE! LET ME OUT OR I’LL SCREAM MYSELF INTO OBSOLETE! LET ME OUT OF THIS BRAIN, OF THIS PAIN, OF TH,E SAME OLD CYCLE! LET ME OUT OF THE DEBT, OF REGRET, OF THE SELF-MADE RIFLE! LET ME OUT OF THE LIES THAT I TELL JUST TO GET THROUGH THE DAY! LET ME OUT ‘CAUSE I’M ONE BAD THOUGHT FROM FADING AWAY!

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