CHORUS (Intro –): Nothing remains sacrosanct, behold how titans decline (hey!) I’ve been estranged from myself — too much temporal decline (uh!) Reacquaint my fractured mind, a paradigm redefined (listen!) Disparate soul, disaligned — anomalous by design (what?!) [Beat switch: dusty boom bap drums + glitchy electro bass] VERSE 1: I re-emerge, a refurbished aberration (reborn!) Less to relinquish, more prone to self-immolation (burn!) A limited pressing psyche — collector’s degeneration (rare!) Fermented thoughts in a chalice of miscalculation Derelict trajectory, no reprise, no sequel (no!) Over the brink before I ever touched the steeple (fall!) Cranium clasped in a vortex of dubious dread (uh!) Desiccated insight — nothing fertile left in my head Yeah, I was meant to reconfigure the globe (world!) But entropy intercepted my role (flip!) “If you can’t conquer — assimilate the foe” (join!) Then sabotage the unit with internal undertow PRE-CHORUS: I’m divergent — in an esoteric way (strange!) Only constant is the flux — perpetual decay (decay!) CHORUS: Nothing remains sacrosanct, behold how titans decline (hey!) I’ve been estranged from myself — too much temporal decline (uh!) Reacquaint my fractured mind, a paradigm redefined (listen!) Disparate soul, disaligned — anomalous by design (what?!) [Bridge – distorted punk vocals, minimal drums] BRIDGE: Don’t solicit my response — I’m noncompliant (nah!) Voicemail vitriol or promises defiant (which?!) Fiscal fiascos — I gamble with the deficit (roll!) My vocation: implosive vacuums, volatile and delicate (boom!) [Drop – aggressive electro-punk bounce] VERSE 2: Once I was servile, scooping sweetness for juveniles (nah!) Now I dismantle emcees with lexical juvenescence trials (rip!) Poets postulate relevance — I find it fallacious (fake!) Both vociferous and vapid, socially graceless They can’t articulate within intimate proximities (nope!) I’m a taciturn tactician masking hostilities (quiet!) Interrogate identity — “who am I?” (who?!) A conjectural entity with no stable reply If you’re a derivative echo of an archetype (copy!) Your perception’s the prison — self-imposed stereotype (facts!) VERSE 3: Raised in a microcosm — insular, petrified (small!) Now I navigate petri dishes where discourse is vilified (ugh!) A bona fide herbivore — no flesh, no piscine (none!) Underground to the marrow — lo-fi, obscene Artifacts distorted, every medium decays (skip!) Fortuna’s avaricious with her capricious ways (greedy!) If she’s receptive, I’m connective — transient liaison (hey!) Then exfiltrate the premises before the break of dawn Polyrhythmic pulses oscillate within my chest (boom!) While you’re synchronized to mediocrity at best (flat!) Second-hand terrestrial thrift-shop philosopher (cheap!) Upcycled hip-hop — vernacular scavenger OUTRO CHORUS (more aggressive): Nothing sacrosanct — watch the colossi fall (fall!) Estranged from self — I don’t respond to the call (nah!) Disaligned design — I destabilize the frame (break!) Only constant: mutation — I invalidate the same (change!) [Outro: tape stop, distorted laugh, analog hiss fades]
