[GRS | HM: Drop C# | Dissonant→Minor→Chromatic Resolution | RM: 13/8→7/8→4/4→5/8→11/8 | LRM | FCRS: Alternate Picking, Down Picking, Economy Picking, Hybrid Picking, Tapping, Harmonics, Palm Mutes, String Skips, Natural Fret Noise, Pick Attack, Tube Saturation, Cabinet Interaction | VLM: Low Fry, Mid Screams, High Shouts, Cleans, Gang Vocals | DS: Extreme Dynamic Contrast | CS | HS | ILS | LM | TS | PLS | MB | ML | CONTRACTIONS | RRM | CSS | BWS | PBS | GCPS | SBS | MIS | HFS | PROD: Humanized Drums, Ghost Notes, Cymbal Chokes, Stereo Rhythm Guitars, Controlled Saturation] ⸻ [Intro] (Feedback. Guitar harmonics. Tight kick pulse. Silence.) You… Never… Believed. Good. ⸻ [Verse 1] You wanted front row seats… To watch me fucking fail. You measured my future… With your own broken scale. You called it reality… I called your bluff. Now every step I take… Says you weren’t enough to stop me. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Go ahead… Tell me… I’m not enough. I’ve heard it… A thousand… Fucking… Times. Each word… Another brick… Under my feet. ⸻ [Chorus] You drew the line… I crossed the fucking ocean. You built the wall… I learned to break the motion. Every “no”… Echoes like a countdown. Every hit… Only drove me deeper underground. Now I’m back… With both hands around tomorrow’s throat. You called it luck. I called your fucking bluff. YOU WERE WRONG. ⸻ [Chaos Section] (13/8 → 7/8 → 5/8 → Silence) Cut. Reset. Cut. Reset. You kept saying… “Not enough.” I kept becoming… Too much. Every prediction… Missed. Every verdict… Dead. Now your words… Are buried… Under mine. (Silence.) GO. ⸻ [Verse 2] I remember every fake smile. Every handshake… Every knife. Every “good luck…” That really meant… “I hope you fail.” Well… Here I fucking am. Still breathing. Still swinging. Still writing chapters… You swore would never exist. Your doubt… Was free fuel. Your hate… Bought every mile. You handed me… Everything I needed. ⸻ [Breakdown] (Half-time. Crushing. Cymbal choke. Silence between hits.) LOOK… AT… ME… NOW! I AM EVERYTHING… YOU SAID… I’D NEVER FUCKING BE! (Silence.) Say it again. Tell me… I can’t. (Band detonates.) WATCH… ME. ⸻ [Bridge] I stopped chasing approval… The day I realized… The finish line… Was never yours to move. You don’t define me. You never fucking did. ⸻ [Final Chorus] You drew the line… I crossed the fucking ocean. You built the wall… I learned to break the motion. Every “no”… Echoes like a countdown. Every hit… Only drove me deeper underground. Now I’m back… With both hands around tomorrow’s throat. You called it luck. I called your fucking bluff. YOU WERE WRONG! YOU WERE WRONG! YOU WERE WRONG! ⸻ [Outro] (Stereo guitar feedback. Harmonics sustain. Bass drone. Floor tom pulse slows. Abrupt cutoff.) You’ll remember… The day… You underestimated… Me. (Long silence.)
