(Starts with a glitchy, distorted beat, driving 808s, and a faint, high-pitched ringing. The rapper starts fast, intense, slightly breathless.) (Verse 1 - RAP - Fast, Aggressive) Yo, the clock's a blur, the world's on fire, I'm just tryin' to outrun the pyre. Every notification's a siren, another demand, another wire. They talk about balance, talk about peace, I only hear the engine's screech. Got twenty-four hours, but a hundred deadlines, I'm bleedin' out 'tween the fine lines. The screen glow's my new addiction, lookin' for fuel, findin' friction. They all got somethin' to sell, somethin' to preach, but I just need silence, out of their reach! The pressure's a vice, the air's too thin, tell me, where the hell does the break begin? (Pre-Chorus - RAP/Spoken - Rhythm slows slightly, a paranoid whisper over the beat) Shhh... listen close, can you hear it? The whispers in the wall, the words they inherit. They're not even speakin' to me, but they feel like attacks. Every opinion, every tweet, a hammer on my back. It's an echo chamber of judgment, amplified, distorted sound... And I can't find a single goddamn piece of solid ground! (Chorus - SCREAM - Explodes into high-pitched, raw vocal over a sudden drop in the beat, leaving only a heavy, distorted synth and the 808) I NEED A BREAK! I'M BURNING OUT THE FUSE! THIS VERBAL BLIZZARD! WHAT DO I HAVE TO LOSE? THEY'RE THROWIN' LETTERS LIKE SHRAPNEL AT MY FACE! I CAN'T F*CKING BREATHE! GET ME OUTTA THIS PLACE! EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE IS A WEIGHT ON MY CHEST! I JUST WANNA SHUT IT DOWN! PUT IT ALL TO THE TEST! (Verse 2 - RAP - Returns to the fast, aggressive flow, more frustrated and accusatory) Yeah, you hide behind the avatar, behind the keyboard courage and the comment bar. Callin' me weak, callin' me slow, you don't even know the pain, the undertow! You think your five words matter, think your critique's gonna make me shatter? Nah, it just builds the wall, the one I'm gonna climb 'fore I let myself fall. This ain't constructive, this is poison, toxic language, you enjoy this. You got your pitchforks made of grammar, your mob mentality's a hammer. But the words ain't the truth, they're the filter, they're the lie, And I'm too damn tired to even try to fight the tide. (Bridge - SCREAM/RAP Transition - Beat slows, becomes heavier and syncopated, the rapper transitions from spoken word to a guttural yell) I’M PULLING THE PLUG! CUT THE FEED! (RAP) I'M IGNORING THE TEXT! I'M NOT GONNA READ! (RAP) I’M GLUED TO THE CEILING, MY MIND IS IN SHARDS! (SCREAM) GET YOUR DAMN OPINIONS OUT OF MY CARDS! I'M GONNA SHUT THE DOOR! I'M GONNA DROP THE PHONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! (RAP) JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! (Chorus - SCREAM - Full energy, even more desperate) I NEED A BREAK! I'M BURNING OUT THE FUSE! THIS VERBAL BLIZZARD! WHAT DO I HAVE TO LOSE? THEY'RE THROWIN' LETTERS LIKE SHRAPNEL AT MY FACE! I CAN'T F*CKING BREATHE! GET ME OUTTA THIS PLACE! EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE IS A WEIGHT ON MY CHEST! I JUST WANNA SHUT IT DOWN! PUT IT ALL TO THE TEST! (Outro - Beat drops out entirely, leaving only the faint ringing and a distorted, echoing exhale, like a system powering down) (Whisper - Fading) ...Break... Just... a... break... (Sound of a power cord being yanked out) (Silence)
