PURE INSANITY (Foldborn)

[Intro – Distant horns warping, static crackles] whhrrrrr… tchk-tchk… honnnnk… (Flonky, whisper-laughing) “You really think you can unplug ME…?” --- [Verse 1 – Slow, smoky jazz over glitching beats] The vial’s in his hand, And Odysseus pulls— Rips out the spark That made me impossible. My knees hit the floor, And the Fold goes quiet, Like the universe waiting For the punchline to riot. My colors drip off me, My grin starts to fade, Like paint melting down A collapsing parade. I can feel myself slipping— Like someone turned my dial… But there’s one thing he forgot: I was never just the vial. --- [Pre-Chorus – Wobbling bass, horn hits out of sync] Death leans in, Whispers, “Done.” But I wheeze out a giggle— “…you sure, hun?” --- [Chorus – Full chaotic electro-jazz blast] ’Cause I’m the clown who laughs At the end of reality, Hollowed out body Still humming insanity. Take my engine, Strip my gravity— But you can’t kill a joke That was born from calamity. I FALL, I BREAK, I CRACK— But I don’t stay dead, Oh no… I Fold back. --- [Verse 2 – Saxophone spirals upward, beat skitters] There I laid in the dark, No voice, no spark, Just echoes of a grin And a ghost of who I am. The Fold humming low— Calling me home, A cradle of chaos That moulded the man. I stare Death in the eye— He stares back confused. Shoulders shaking, I can’t help but laugh: “You thought I was powered By something you could use?” No, silly reaper— I'm not fueled by Pip… I'm the accident the universe made When it slipped. --- [Pre-Chorus – Jazz scat glitch] Skree-dee-dop— Drrr-tchk— (my heart restarts like a broken clock) --- [Chorus – Bigger, louder, horns bending notes wrong] I’m the clown who laughs At the end of reality, Veins full of echoes, Bones full of gravity. Strip me hollow— Pull my battery… But insanity Isn’t something You can pull out of me. ’Cause I FALL, I BREAK, I CRACK— Then I rise up smiling… The Fold brings me back. --- [Bridge – Quiet, eerie, like neon lights flickering] In the silence, I hear the truth: “I am not the vial. I am the proof That chaos breathes Without permission— A self-sustaining Deranged ignition.” And from the dark, I whisper: “…did you miss me?” --- [Final Drop – Electro-jazz explodes, everything off-beat] (Flonky’s voice, roaring, layered, distorted) “I AM MR. PURE INSANITY!” “I AM BACK FROM THE OTHER SIDE!” “YOU CAN’T KILL THE FOLD’S FIRST CHILD!” “I WAS NEVER ALIVE ENOUGH TO DIE!” --- [Outro – calm sax line, eerie smile in the notes] So go on, steal the vial, Break the engine, Take the key… But chaos ain’t a substance— It’s just ME. Just say the word.