Who The Fuck Am I Now?

[VERSE 1 — deep baritone over twitching bass and broken guitar accents] I knew myself in pain. I knew the rules by name. Wake up, survive, get through the night, then wake and do the same. But something isn't right. The old hurt doesn't bite. I should be fucking grateful— so why am I terrified? [INSTRUMENTAL — guitars enter in conflicting meters; drums repeatedly shift the downbeat] [CHORUS — soaring clean vocal] **Who the fuck am I now if I put the old me down? If I don't need the hurt to breathe, what the hell is left of me?** I begged to make it out. I'm standing outside now. I got everything I asked for— **who the fuck am I now?** [TECHNICAL INSTRUMENTAL — bass takes lead; guitar answers with dissonant bursts] [VERSE 2 — clipped rhythmic vocal] I miss what made me sick. How fucked up is that shit? I finally dropped the weight— then turned around to look for it. No chains around my feet. No monster underneath. Just somewhere I have never been— **and no one left to be.** [SHORT BREAKDOWN — violent, disorienting, changing meter every phrase] GO BACK. MOVE ON. SAME SKIN. MAN GONE. I KNOW WHO I WAS. I DON'T KNOW HOW— **TO BE ANYBODY NOW.** [FINAL CHORUS — huge clean vocal; chaotic instrumentation underneath] **Who the fuck am I now if I put the old me down? If I don't need the hurt to breathe, what the hell is left of me?** I begged to make it out. I'm standing outside now. No fucking map. No way back. **Who the fuck am I now?** [INSTRUMENTAL — unresolved technical guitar/bass passage suddenly cuts]