“STATIC IN MY LUNGS” [Intro – low industrial hum, distorted bass pulse like a heartbeat] (barely audible whisper layered left/right) breathe in breathe out breathe in— [Verse 1 – cold, controlled, almost numb] I stare into the shadow It bends into your shape A glitch inside the silence A debt I couldn’t escape You said I was your miracle Said I was divine You held my pulse between your fingers Just to watch it flatline You liked me open You liked me bare You liked the way I trusted Like I didn’t know despair [Pre-Chorus – tension tightening] Memory pulls like wire Underneath my skin Every time I exhale You crawl back in [Chorus – minimal, hypnotic, heavy riff] You steal my air You steal my air You steal my air Oxygen thief You crush what’s pure You crush what’s clean You wanted control Of something serene (distorted backing loop repeating “thief… thief… thief…”) [Verse 2 – cracks forming, more emotion leaking] You called it passion I called it pain You said I was dramatic For wanting something sane You fed on my forgiveness Like it made you strong Every time I built a boundary You proved me wrong You liked me innocent Soft and unaware But innocence looks dangerous When it starts to stare [Pre-Chorus – unstable, drums hitting harder] Static in my lungs Static in my head Every word you whispered Still vibrating red [Chorus – bigger, layered, angrier] You steal my air Concrete chest I choke on truth You call it “best” You crush what’s pure You bruise what’s bright You loved the power Of killing light Oxygen thief [Whispered Breakdown – drums drop, bass rumble like distant thunder] (close mic, intimate, venomous) You don’t get my softness You don’t get my name You don’t get to brand me With your shame You don’t get my heart Like it’s something you won You don’t get the credit For what I’ve become (pause — silence — one kick drum like a heartbeat) You don’t get me. [Build – chaotic drum pattern rising, distortion climbing] Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe— [Final Section – starts cracked, ends full scream catharsis] (voice trembling) I thought I couldn’t breathe— (stronger) But I can— (music explodes) I CAN BREATHE EVEN WITH YOUR HANDS ON MY THROAT I TORE THE WIRE OUT WATCHED IT SNAP AND SMOKE YOU WANTED TO CRUSH SOMETHING OPEN AND REAL BUT I’M NOT YOUR PREY I’M NOT YOUR MEAL YOU STRUCK THE MATCH— NOW I’M THE FIRE YOU CAN’T CONTROL (everything drops except distorted breathing loop) I can breathe. (final hit — silence)
