[Intro] V Teller [Verse 1] If I clear out the dark, tell me what is left to lose? Cold coffee on the desk, temples pounding in the room. This headache's just a spark catching fire on the fuse, Sweat dripping on the keys—I got nothing left to prove. [Verse 2] Feels like crushed glass sitting right behind my eyes, Staring at the waveforms, ignoring how it bites. Bury every breakdown deep inside my chest, Lock the booth door, turn off all the rest. Sharp sting in my temples, but I play right through the strain, Slamming on the keys till the beat outruns the pain. Red peak on the meter, staring straight into the dark, No turning back now, running on a spark. [Chorus] Headache throbbing so hard that I'm clawing at my skin! Gasping for air while the whole world's spinning, but I'm diving right in! Throw all the weight on me, hit me where it hurts! My brain is pulsing 140 on the grid—guess the migraine's making the beat, but but but but but— [Instrumental Break] (Ooh-ooh-ooh) [Bridge] Dust on the piano, black ink on the page, Tracing out a line inside this soundproof cage. One chord echoes through the quiet in the room— They expect me to fold? Watch me shatter the keys. Voice in my headphones whispering: Get up and bleed through the noise. [Verse 3] Snap out of it, man, why you pacing on the floor? Ain't nobody taking what's behind that locked door. All their talk is just feedback humming in the mic, Tried to split my focus—watch the speakers ignite. [Pre-Chorus] Sitting in the booth, yeah, I gotta let it bleed, One mic, one light, screaming till I can't breathe. (Sing it loud, sing it loud, sing it loud!) It’s tearing up my throat, but I gotta set it free. [Chorus] Headache throbbing so hard that I'm clawing at my skin! Gasping for air while the whole world's spinning, but I'm diving right in! Throw all the weight on me, hit me where it hurts! My brain is pulsing 140 on the grid—guess the migraine's making the beat, but but but but but— [Instrumental Break] [Outro] Headache throbbing so hard that I'm clawing at my skin! Gasping for air while the whole world's spinning, but I'm diving right in! Throw all the weight on me, hit me where it hurts! Pain on my left, noise on my right—smashing straight through! Head's pounding out my skull—yeah, you talk too much! Shut the door, turn it up, leave 'em in the dust! Throb, throb, throb, pulse, pulse, pulse—CUT THE MIC!
