[Tempo: 108 BPM] [Key: B Minor] [Style: Industrial Rock / Mechanical Minimalism] [Mood: Claustrophobic, Violent, Controlled] [Intro – Metallic hammer hits in 7/8, distorted sub drone, reversed vocal fragments] [Verse 1 – Low, almost spoken] Wired wrong from the factory line. Neon pulse in a rusted spine. Brain won’t idle. Won’t stand still. Overclocked against my will. Fifty tabs inside my skull. All of them screaming. None of them full. You say “breathe.” I try. I fail. Static chewing through the rail. [Industrial kick locks in] [Pre-Chorus – Filtered vocal, tension rising] Silence isn’t quiet here. It’s a weapon. It’s a spear. Anxiety pulls the wire tight— Waiting for the spark to bite. [Chorus – Slam. Distorted wall.] This is not a glitch. This is how I’m built. Steel nerves. Blood guilt. Four engines under skin. Grinding teeth within. I don’t shut down. I dig in. [Post-Chorus – Chant over pounding beat] No off switch. No off switch. No off switch. [Verse 2 – Heavier, distorted bass] ADHD in overdrive. Every second multiplied. Hyperfocus — razor thin. Miss the world I’m living in. Bipolar flips the breaker box. Gold crown. Then cinder blocks. King at noon. By midnight— Stripped of every inch of light. [Snare like metal sheet snap] [Pre-Chorus] PTSD rewinds the tape. Same scene. Different shape. Same door. Same scream. Different version of the dream. [Chorus – Bigger, more layered noise] This is not a flaw. This is architecture. Cracked glass. Pressure. Four ghosts in my head. None of them dead. They push. I push back instead. [Bridge – Beat drops to mechanical pulse + whisper layers panned L/R] Faster. Disaster. Higher. Fire. Crash. Ash. [Beat cuts. Dead silence.] You think I’m unstable. I’m operational. [Final Chorus – Full distortion, screamed underlayer] Not a glitch. Not a curse. I survived My worst. Four storms under skin. Still breathing within. Factory settings? I win. [Outro – Distorted breathing + metallic decay] No off switch. Still here.
