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Sloth: To tired to revolt

[Intro - quiet, drained, almost spoken] I’m not lazy. I’m not blind. I’m just… tired. Yeah. [Verse 1 - soft, worn-down, human cadence] I sat in the car after work again Keys still hanging from my hand Watched the rain crawl down the glass Like it had somewhere better to land Bills on the seat News on my phone Same bad world Same dead tone They say get up They say speak out But some days I barely make it From the door to the couch [Pre-Chorus - slow lift, fragile] And I know something’s wrong I know this ain’t right But I’m so tired of losing I let it pass by [Chorus - big, aching, grunge hook] I’m too tired to revolt Too awake to sleep Too broke to run Too numb to grieve The sirens keep singing The walls keep closing I know I should move But I don’t I’m too tired to revolt And I hate that it shows [Verse 2 - more personal, cracked delivery] Another promise rots on the screen Another rich man tells me to wait Another war gets packed in a headline Another kid learns fear too late And I scroll Yeah, I scroll Like my thumb got a job of its own Looking for proof that I’m not crazy Looking for somewhere that feels like home I used to think I’d be louder I used to think I’d fight But life gets heavy in small ways Till heavy feels like life [Pre-Chorus - more strained] And I know something’s wrong I know this ain’t right But hope takes muscle And mine feels tired tonight [Chorus - heavier, emotional] I’m too tired to revolt Too awake to sleep Too broke to run Too numb to grieve The sirens keep singing The walls keep closing I know I should move But I don’t I’m too tired to revolt And I hate that it shows [Bridge - quiet, honest, almost breaking] This is how they win Not with one big blow Just a thousand little cuts Till you stop saying no They make the rent rise They make the news scream They make the future feel Like some rich man’s dream And I’m not dead inside No, not yet There’s a part of me angry That still ain’t left [Breakdown - heavy, slow, shouted but exhausted] Wake up Clock in Shut down Repeat Pay more Own less Smile small Don’t speak Burn out Fall back Stay numb Stay weak No. No. Not me. [Final Chorus - raw, with a little fight returning] I’m too tired to revolt Too awake to sleep Too broke to run Too numb to grieve The sirens keep singing The walls keep closing I know I should move So I will I’m too tired to revolt But I’m not gone I’m too tired to revolt But I’m still holding on [Outro - fading, human, half-sung] I’m not lazy. I’m not blind. I’m just tired… but I’m still here.