INTRO (cinematic / whispered / NF-style build) They said the world was broken… They said the system’s chosen… But I’ve been choking on the proof that everybody else ignores. If pain is just a symptom — Then tell me why it feels like destiny keeps knocking at my door… They never saw the pressure in your chest, Never heard the screams you kept suppressed. World keeps breaking you — never given a chance to rest But nobody checks the wounds under your vest. Now the whole damn system wants to judge your sin, But never gave a single fuck about the shape you were in… VERSE 1 — “Pharmaceutical Prophecy” Go and see the doctor with the doctrine To push Oxycontin on your brain ’til it’s rotten, Now he’s plotting your addiction to Suboxone while you're climbing in the coffin that your nodding off in on the Klonopin Tell you what: pharmaceuticals have claimed a lot of men, And I’m saying fuck the casket — The world is go to hell in a handbasket And you just can't grasp it While you’re sitting back, thinking everything is fantastic. Static in your brain, panic in your veins, Madness in your habits while you fantasize you’re sane. Everybody’s medicated, overstated, devastated — And nobody even questions why the whole foundation’s faded. PRE-HOOK (soft, eerie, NF/Prozak blend) He was just a kid, just a shadow in the hallway, Just another quiet soul nobody tried to save. They called him misfit, called him nameless, Never saw the war behind his face… HOOK / CHORUS – (anthemic, dark, aggressive, Twiztid) You built a monster, now the monster’s awake, Fed him every broken promise that you chose to break. You wanted calm? Nah — you taught him the quake, Now he’s shaking up the world with every breath that he takes. He wasn’t born wicked — you carved him that way, Layer after layer, pain stacked every day. Now you’re terrified of the storm you helped create — He’s the echo of your cruelty, and he’s done being prey. HOOK (anthemic, Tom MacDonald / NF style) VERSE 2 — “Misfit Genesis” Walk up in the building with an AR-15 on a mission to pop 15 teens You can watch it on your TV screen Turning classrooms into a bloody crime scene and I know they're gonna go and get it twisted Thinking this is random, just another misfit Never gonna talk about the times that he been hit Never gonna talk about the reason that he been sick Didn't have enough money for the field trip Didn't have a date to go to prom with And his mom broke her only promise Said that dad would never harm us Walk into class, covered in bruises Walking home with new bruises The nice guy always loses Now he's in his bedroom, tying nooses BRIDGE — (Prozak eerie spoken-word cadence) He’s not chasing bodies… He’s chasing closure. Not hunting people… He’s hunting the ghosts that haunt his own mind. And every time you turned your back, Another fragment left behind. You didn’t see the monster — You built him into one So here he is VERSE 3 — “Ascension of the Schizo-Shadow” (Twiztid/TechN9ne blended style) Why the fuck would I need a pistol? I'm a schizo. through your body, I rip slow And what do you know about a methodical madman with a mad plan to destroy society? Cause it's gotta be the last task of a lunatic in a face mask with an abusive, sadistic past determined to make the pain last through generation and generation like twisted, painful reincarnation of an entire tormented nation plagued by torturous murder by a serial killer-- you never heard of A story like this written by the blood of a fist , blood of a slit wrist, a mind lost and tormented too many times rejected, forever alone and resented by every one of his peers. And now he feeds– on every one your fears And fiends– for every one of your tears, payback– for every one of the years that he spent outcasted and you always thought that he would've been able to move past it. OUTRO – (slow, fading, NF-style resignation) They say a villain’s just a victim who ran out of time, A broken spirit stitched together out of bruises and rhyme. And maybe if someone reached him before the breaking began, He wouldn’t be the nightmare — He’d still be the man. But now the world trembles At the ghost they ignored. And every tear you never saw Becomes the fuel for his war. OUTRO (soft, broken, cinematic) You never met a monster… You just met what you created. And the saddest part? You still won’t say his name.
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