[Intro – PA / rubato, off-grid] Attention… … An overinflated ego… has been left unattended. … Do not engage. [Verse 1 – on-grid ~90 BPM, minimal beat enters] You walk like rooms adjust for you Like light bends just to hold your view But all I see is mimicry A curated fragility Poster gold… already old A borrowed myth you over-sold Dorian smile… polished teeth Decay collecting underneath [Pre-Chorus – pull back, slight drag behind beat] Influence… (no) Just volume… …without signal [Chorus – on-grid, sparse hits] You think you’re something rare Something in the air But you’re a copy… …of a stare No one’s buying (read the room) Perfume on something… …doomed [PA Interlude – FULL rubato, strip beat completely] News flash… … The only one convinced… …is you. They’re not believers… …they’re avoiding you. And those books— … No one bought them. [Verse 2 – beat returns, slightly tighter phrasing] You orbit praise like it’s a sun But it’s just noise you’ve overrun A feedback loop of your own name You call it power—same old game You strut like consequence is late Truth lost at baggage claim Every step you dodge too clean Sharpens everything you screen [Bridge – half-time feel, space between lines] Not power… …failure Not respected… …tolerated King of fraud Efficient lies Doing right… …you let it pass by [PA Break – rubato, near silence, long tails] Reminder… … Accountability… …accumulates. [Final Chorus – on-grid but more spaced, heavier drops] Your time’s expiring quietly No spectacle… …no decree Just fewer eyes That choose to see Anything… You claim to be That camera smile… …wide and thin We see the exit… …you’re walking in [Outro – PA / rubato, full decay] Final call… … Destination—nowhere. … Thank you… …for your performance. (tape hiss… long fade… cut) [Fade to black]
