Title: NULL PERMISSION [Verse 1] Error on boot, spine goes loose, Static in my teeth like a cut-back fuse. Screen says “fine,” but the core says “nope,” Whole damn room held together with hope. Heartbeat clipped like a broken file, Glitch in my grin, no factory smile. Every “you’re okay” hits out of phase, I’ve been desynced for a thousand days. [Pre-Chorus] You want calm in a redline state? I’m the log you read too late. [Chorus] I’m null permission, off this grid, No safe mode for the things I did. If the world wants clean, I bring that scar, Schedule-1 bass in a stolen car. I’m off the script, I’m off your chart, Illegal code in a borrowed heart. If you hear this hit and your chest feels split, That’s the part of you they tried to quit. [Verse 2] Brain like a server with a broken fan, Heat in the rack that’ll melt your plan. You say “relax,” but the cores all spike, Every calm word feels like a mic’d gaslight. I taste burnt copper when the bass line hits, Like wires fused where the reason sits. If I ever say “fine,” that’s runtime fraud— I’m a stack trace laughing in the face of God. [Pre-Chorus] You want chill in a breach like this? Read the noise you love to miss. [Chorus] I’m null permission, off this grid, No safe mode for the things I did. If the world wants clean, I bring that scar, Schedule-1 bass in a stolen car. I’m off the script, I’m off your chart, Illegal code in a borrowed heart. If you hear this hit and your chest feels split, That’s the part of you they tried to quit. [Bridge – spoken / distorted] No reset, no gentle fade, Just hard cut, full-voltage blade. If the floorboards hum when the kick comes through, That’s the sound of the room uninstalling you. [Breakdown Tag] Redline system. Glitch-state soul. No permission. Lose control. [Final Hook] Null permission, live and loud, Bassline felon in a sweating crowd. If the drop feels wrong in the best damn way, That’s your sane side walking away.
