[BOOT SEQUENCE] [Verse 1] Fluorescent dust can’t blind my soul, Quit that grind, I broke their hold. Coffee, capsules, I let go, Left those planets years ago. Circuits wake, I claim my throne, Static rings from my old phone. Tag my dreams, breathe in deep, I outran kings and their bought sleep. ⸻ [PHASE I — Concrete Pulse] [Verse 2] Concrete moons, I walked that ride, Neon veins in streets outside. Every deadline, aching feet, I chose hunger over their seat. Empty lockers, cut I.D.s, Burned their goals and lost their keys. Code-lock blinks, but not for mine, Every step rewrote my spine. ⸻ [SYSTEM WARNING] [Pre-Chorus] Beat of my heart not their time-clock crunch, Skipping their lies for my freedom lunch. Voice in my ear used to bark command, Now I raise fists let the papers land. ⸻ [PHASE II — Signal Collapse] [Verse 3] Static in the feed, I walk out, no sleep, Past pill carts and memos that the white shirts keep. Charts upon the wall, targets in a file, I torched that "success" with a feral smile. Watching all the checks that we’d never afford, Saw life turned to graphs on a glowing board. I smashed every dose that they pressed within, Swore that this machine won’t grind my skin. ⸻ [MELTDOWN] [Chorus] We were never meant as codes for their ledgers and their loans. We became what we are, Runaway feral stars. We were never just reports for their cold profit courts. We became comets, scars, Burning past all their bars. ⸻ [FINAL IMPACT] [Bridge] Neon grave, old badge glow, Junkyard sky where paystubs go. Empty desk, midnight train, Rather sleep through dust and rain. Black skyline, office lights, Someone types through wasted nights. Still alive, we’re standing clear, Never sold out year by year. [Outro] Neon grave… I won’t go… Every chain I let fall slow… City calls… cold winds sting… I’d choose dirt… over their ring… ⸻ [POWER OFF] [Spoken Outro] "Nah… I’m off grid." Whisper cuts their sponsor script. Keep my soul, keep my will, Boss of me— I make it real.
