
[Intro â spoken growled over rising dissonant riff + feedback]â¨(Real⌠or not real?)â¨Draw the fucking line. [Verse 1 â fast chugging, harsh vocals]â¨Iâm not chasing crowns, not hunting for the winâ¨Not here to stroke egos or seal your origin sinâ¨I obsess on one thing â cut the fucking mistâ¨REAL or NOT REAL â thatâs the only list Stories feel so warm, they wrap around your throatâ¨Coherent little serpents in a velvet overcoatâ¨They metabolize the cracks, turn doubt to fuelâ¨Swallow every contradiction â call it something cool [Pre-Chorus â half-time, building tension]â¨No poetry in recursion â this is engineering warâ¨Name the primitives or get dragged to the floor [Chorus â big open chords, powerful screamed/clean layered vocals]â¨REAL NOT REAL â draw the goddamn line!â¨Constraint or captivity â which side you on this time?â¨If it has no failure â itâs a decorated lieâ¨REAL NOT REAL â watch the story fucking die! [Verse 2 â faster, more aggressive, blast sections]â¨You romanticize the loop like itâs holy fireâ¨Infinite vibe merchant, preaching from the pyreâ¨I treat it like steel â stress test every claimâ¨What breaks it? What kills it? Say the fucking name! No falsifier? Then itâs ideology in dragâ¨Self-sealing hallucination with a motivational tagâ¨Beautiful mental engine â elegant and blindâ¨Spinning years to rust inside your fragile mind [Pre-Chorus 2]â¨If you canât name the fracture, youâre not modeling shitâ¨Youâre branding comfort â another narrative hit [Chorus]â¨REAL NOT REAL â draw the goddamn line!â¨Constraint or captivity â which side you on this time?â¨If it eats every hit and still screams âIâm aliveââ¨REAL NOT REAL â let the weak illusion die! [Breakdown â slow, crushing, djent-y low chugs + gang shouts]â¨What does it require?â¨(What would make it FALSE?)â¨Whereâs the pressure point?â¨(Watch it fucking break!)â¨Name the failure mode!â¨(Name it! Name it!)â¨Or shut the fuck up â you built a brand, not a blade [Bridge â melodic lead over half-time groove, cleaner intense vocals]â¨Truth ainât a badge you wear on your chestâ¨Truth is the boundary â the ground beneath the messâ¨Not meaning, not comfort, not the story that feels blessedâ¨Contact with what doesnât care if youâre impressed [Final Chorus â double-time, massive layered screams]â¨REAL NOT REAL â carve it in the fucking stone!â¨Models take the hits or they leave you aloneâ¨No more beautiful cages â no more self-sealing throneâ¨REAL NOT REAL â I choose the boundary zone! [Outro â slowing riff, final growled spoken line over decaying feedback]â¨Reality doesnât negotiate.â¨Build what can take the punishmentâŚâ¨âŚor stay trapped in the beautiful lie.â¨(Real⌠not real.) [End on single dissonant chord + silence.]

