[Intro] (Distant modular drone, sequencer enters, fuzzed guitar fades in) (Spoken word, quiet and detached) I’m not really here... Just a shadow in a well-dressed crowd. Please, turn the lights down. [Verse 1] (Driving modular arpeggio, heavy fuzz rhythm guitar, vocals with processed echo) A beautiful house, a perfect facade, but I’m suffocating under the weight of the lawn. They want me polite, compliant and quiet, a manicured robot from dusk until dawn. I’m trapping the panic inside of my chest, an imposter who’s dressed in his Sunday-best suit, A cyclical sickness of trying to fit in, but feeding a tree that is bearing no fruit. The social anxieties, toxic societies, medicine bottles that quiet the screams, I’m fading away in the background of pictures, a ghost who is tearing apart at the seams. They smile and they talk, but they’re hollow inside, just a parade of the living deceased, And I am the parasite, paralyzing the host, just to say I’m invited at least. Anesthetized by the compromise, looking at life through a window that’s cracked, I’m a backseat driver in my own body, watching the wreckage but unable to act. [Chorus 1] (Searing guitar lead riff, cosmic synth textures swell) Slow down, let the colors fade to grey, I’m a scarecrow wishing I could wash away. For a minute there, I completely lost my mind, Left the heavy baggage of the world behind. [Bridge] (Rhythm slows down, atmospheric breakdown, whispered vocals, guitar swell) (Slow, vulnerable delivery) I don't belong here. This isn't my skin. It’s too quiet... The ice is getting thin. (Guitar swells, building tension) Just a heartbeat... in an empty room. Disappearing soon. [Verse 2] (Drums return strong, complex synth modulation, rapid-fire complex rhyme-chains) The pressure is mounting, I’m counting the casualties, casualties meaning the dreams that I killed, To pay for the mortgage, the guilt and the storage, to empty the glasses that never stayed filled. A Kafkaesque nightmare, I’m stuck on the stairs, and nobody cares if I stumble or slide, They love the performance, the giant conformance, but nobody looks at the hollow inside. I’m drifting, I’m slipping, the anchor is ripping, I’m drowning in inches of water and shame, A nameless face in a nameless place, where everybody’s playing the exact same game. They want me to smile for the camera lens, pretending we’re friends when we’re breaking apart, A calculated, overrated, highly decorated cardiac arrest of the heart! [Chorus 2] (Peak energy, blazing guitar leads, driving hypnotic rhythm) Slow down, let the colors fade to grey, I’m a scarecrow wishing I could wash away. For a minute there, I completely lost my mind, Left the heavy baggage of the world behind. [Drop] (Frantic synth sequences, heavy guitar breakdown, instrumental chaos) (Distorted, emotional outburst) I’m not here! This isn't happening! Let me out! [Outro] (Rhythm slowly fading, modular drones washing over, final clean guitar notes) (Quiet, exhausted whisper) A heartbeat... Then a flatline. No alarms and no surprises. Just... quiet. (Final synth pop, sudden silence)
