(Tempo: 174 BPM. Heavy, distorted breakbeats. No synthsโjust a walking double-bass line, a crisp snare, and a jazzy, sampled trumpet loop that cuts in and out.) **(Intro)** (Sound of a heavy iron door slamming. Silence for two seconds.) (Whispered, raspy voice) *They told me the price of admission was everything.* (Beat kicks in violently) **(Verse 1)** Look, Step into the vacuum, the room is a tomb and the oxygenโs thinning Iโm spinning in circles, the cycle is swirling, the devil is grinning I bought into the lie that the gold in the cage was a trophy for winning But the gold is just plating, the lacquer is fading, the endingโs beginning! Iโm a prisoner of habit, a slave to the static, the noise in my attic The panic is automatic, erratic, a manic erratic cinematic dramaticโ Shift in the vision, a split-second decision to sever the tie Iโm cutting the cord of the cord thatโs been pulling me into a lie! You think youโre liberated? Youโre just a rented tenant in a digital city Following a blueprint, a footprint, a hint of a ghost and itโs pity! Weโre chasing a ghost in a machine, a screen that is feeding us dopamine A polished routine, a curated scene, a smudge on a pristine screen! Iโm breaking the lock, Iโm shaking the clock, Iโm dodging the tick and the tock The system is rigged, the grave has been digged, itโs time that I finally rock The foundation of everything built on a promise thatโs hollow and thin Iโm shedding the skin, the battle within, let the chaos begin! **(Chorus)** (High energy, anthemic, half-sung/half-shouted) Give me the keys to the void, let the wreckage be strewn! Iโm a rocket thatโs ripping the air, Iโm a ghost in the room! You call it a gift, but the gift is a noose that is tightening slow Iโm paying the debt with a fire thatโs starting to grow! Break it! Shake it! Take it all back! Iโm finally freeโand the system is starting to crack! (Fast) *Free from the fear, free from the fake, free from the weight of the mistake!* **(Verse 2)** (Double-time flow. Rapid fire. Increasing intensity.) Now Iโm out in the open, the wind in my lungs and the silence is screaming Iโm waking up fast from a lifetime of sleeping, a lifetime of dreaming Of a version of me that was polished and neat, a puppet on strings in a corporate seat But the strings are all frayed and the colors are faded, the master is jaded, the game has been played! I donโt want your pension, your mention, your tension, the social ascension The mental detention, the constant prevention of any real tension! Iโm a glitch in the matrix, a stitch in the fabric, a freak in the attic The flow is erratic, the rhythm is static, the impact is cinematic! Iโm free from the need to be liked by the people who hate me for being a mirror The image is clearer, the end is much nearer, the fear is a gear Thatโs turning the wheel of a life that Iโm stealing back, piece by piece A sudden release, a violent peace, a spiritual lease! Iโm torching the map, Iโm escaping the trap, Iโm closing the gap in the snap Of a fingerโthe linger of everything gone, the dawn of a different song And the song is a riot, a quiet explosion, a mental erosion Of everything "normal," the formal, the banal, the ritual, the habitual! Iโm gone! **(Chorus)** (High energy, anthemic) Give me the keys to the void, let the wreckage be strewn! Iโm a rocket thatโs ripping the air, Iโm a ghost in the room! You call it a gift, but the gift is a noose that is tightening slow Iโm paying the debt with a fire thatโs starting to grow! Break it! Shake it! Take it all back! Iโm finally freeโand the system is starting to crack! (Fast) *Free from the fear, free from the fake, free from the weight of the mistake!* **(Outro)** (Beat cuts out abruptly. Just a rhythmic clicking sound, like a clock or a typewriter.) (Slower, conversational flow) Funny,
