[Intro – whispered over glitch/static] Black wires twist, I inhale the spark, Echoes of fire keep tearing apart. No silence, no peace, no grace, no calm, Only the rhythm of the ticking bomb. --- [Verse 1 – machine gun start, 16 bars, no breath] Click-clack—synapse collapse when I snap, Rapid attack, every syllable strapped, Rattle the cage with a venomous chant, Burn through the data like fire in the plant. Binary bleed in the marrow of bone, Every rhyme’s stone, every shot overthrown. Trigger tongue twisting in a hurricane spin, Where the chaos begins, where the shadows dig in. Hammer the pulse with a militant code, Overload, explode, watch the mind corrode. Every second is a weapon with a hollowed-out drum, I spit fire like a barrel when the countdown’s done. --- [Hook – half-sung, distorted trip hop/metal fusion] Machine gun tongue, raining ash on the street, Every breath I breathe is a war drum beat. Trigger pulls steady, no retreat, no cease, Trip hop metal where the chaos feeds. --- [Verse 2 – faster, double-time chaos] Tic-tic-tic like a time bomb cycle, Syllables spiral, venomous viral, Code red lines in the vein ignite, Darkroom spark in the dead of night. Chain-link language, barbed-wire flow, I cut throats open with the words I throw. Glitch in the system, break that spine, I rhyme like a god with a fault-line shrine. Machine in the marrow, blade in the breath, Every note I play is a hymn to death. Steel drums crack and the skyline falls, I’m the ghost in the static when the empire calls. --- [Bridge 1 – whispered trip hop, beat slows down] Hear it crawl, Through the wall, Pulse so small, But it drowns us all. --- [Verse 3 – longest verse, relentless delivery] Detonate thought, infiltrate mind, I don’t wait, I incinerate, break the design. Cybernetic etiquette—never obey, I disobey, ricochet, blast through the gray. Pulse like thunder, lungs combust, Every syllable’s a shrapnel thrust. Trip through the vein like a needle’s kiss, Every metaphor a razor dipped in bliss. Crush that skull with the bassline weight, Every break I take recalibrates fate. Fast flow fury in a trip hop storm, Born in the ashes, forever reborn. Locked in the loop where the chaos breeds, Trip hop metal with machine gun needs. Chamber load, let the fire ignite, I bite through the mic like a war-dog fight. Glitch my vision with a blade-sharp code, Every syllable’s a bullet when the chamber explodes. --- [Hook – screamed/snarled] Machine gun tongue, no silence left, Fire in the lungs, no life, just death. Trigger on the beat, I pull, it bleeds, Trip hop metal with the rage it feeds. --- [Breakdown – instrumental trip hop section, whispered vox] Click. Static. Pulse. Automatic. --- [Verse 4 – final sprint, fastest delivery yet] I’m the manic mechanic with panic in place, Spitting static automatic when I fracture the bass. Every word a ricochet, a storm, a blaze, Every rhyme a parasite that warps the maze. Overload, reload, detonate spine, I redesign time with a venomous line. Chain-smoke rhythm like a warzone hymn, Every breath is a blade and I carve through skin. Faster, harder, louder, meaner, I cut through sound like a guillotine cleaner. Trip hop glitch with a metal-born rage, I’m the fire in the engine when I tear the cage. --- [Final Hook – layered, screamed + sung] Machine gun tongue, raining ash on the street, Every breath I breathe is a war drum beat. Trigger pulls steady, no retreat, no cease, Trip hop metal where the chaos feeds. [Outro – whispered fade] Click. Pulse. Ash in the wires… And the world combusts.
