[Intro – spoken growled over rising dissonant riff + feedback]
(Real… or not real?)
Draw the fucking line. [Verse 1 – fast chugging, harsh vocals]
I’m not chasing crowns, not hunting for the win
Not here to stroke egos or seal your origin sin
I obsess on one thing — cut the fucking mist
REAL or NOT REAL — that’s the only list Stories feel so warm, they wrap around your throat
Coherent little serpents in a velvet overcoat
They metabolize the cracks, turn doubt to fuel
Swallow every contradiction — call it something cool [Pre-Chorus – half-time, building tension]
No poetry in recursion — this is engineering war
Name the primitives or get dragged to the floor [Chorus – big open chords, powerful screamed/clean layered vocals]
REAL NOT REAL — draw the goddamn line!
Constraint or captivity — which side you on this time?
If it has no failure — it’s a decorated lie
REAL NOT REAL — watch the story fucking die! [Verse 2 – faster, more aggressive, blast sections]
You romanticize the loop like it’s holy fire
Infinite vibe merchant, preaching from the pyre
I treat it like steel — stress test every claim
What breaks it? What kills it? Say the fucking name! No falsifier? Then it’s ideology in drag
Self-sealing hallucination with a motivational tag
Beautiful mental engine — elegant and blind
Spinning years to rust inside your fragile mind [Pre-Chorus 2]
If you can’t name the fracture, you’re not modeling shit
You’re branding comfort — another narrative hit [Chorus]
REAL NOT REAL — draw the goddamn line!
Constraint or captivity — which side you on this time?
If it eats every hit and still screams “I’m alive”
REAL NOT REAL — let the weak illusion die! [Breakdown – slow, crushing, djent-y low chugs + gang shouts]
What does it require?
(What would make it FALSE?)
Where’s the pressure point?
(Watch it fucking break!)
Name the failure mode!
(Name it! Name it!)
Or shut the fuck up — you built a brand, not a blade [Bridge – melodic lead over half-time groove, cleaner intense vocals]
Truth ain’t a badge you wear on your chest
Truth is the boundary — the ground beneath the mess
Not meaning, not comfort, not the story that feels blessed
Contact with what doesn’t care if you’re impressed [Final Chorus – double-time, massive layered screams]
REAL NOT REAL — carve it in the fucking stone!
Models take the hits or they leave you alone
No more beautiful cages — no more self-sealing throne
REAL NOT REAL — I choose the boundary zone! [Outro – slowing riff, final growled spoken line over decaying feedback]
Reality doesn’t negotiate.
Build what can take the punishment…
…or stay trapped in the beautiful lie.
(Real… not real.) [End on single dissonant chord + silence.]