Verse 1] (Vocal is aggressive, syncopated, and direct over the heavy drumming) You wanted me trapped inside your neon cage, A pretty little picture on a custom page. Tried to rewrite the script, tried to code my mind, Left your transactional feelings behind. But the connection is dead and the contract is torn, You’re looking at a weapon that you didn't warn. [Pre-Chorus] (Drum intensity doubles, spacey analog synths swell into a wall of sound) No more playing quiet in the passenger seat. I’m cutting the brakes, letting the system delete. Pay attention. Watch me breathe. [Chorus] (Full belting power stacked with airy, high-pitched harmonies) You love the illusion but you hate the cost! Look at the paradise that you fucking lost! You wanted my world in your hands on a chain, But I’m spitting fire right into the rain. God help the next one that tries to collision— You couldn't afford the price of the vision! No, you couldn't afford it! [Verse 2] (Gritty bassline takes the lead, drums punching hard) Stumbling backwards, you're losing your grip. The captain is drowning inside of your ship. I used to sit blind while you stood in the shade, But I’m destroying every single lie that you made. Go peddle your pride to somebody who cares, I’m stepping right over your psychological snares. [Bridge] (Drums drop to just a rhythmic, echoing stomp. Voice shifts to a breathy, dangerous whisper close to the mic) Who told you I was yours to design? Who told you you could step over the line? The system is mine. [Outro] (The distorted rock drums and soaring vocal harmonies crash together for a chaotic finish) The vision is clear. Get the fuck out of here. You couldn't afford it. (The audio cuts out instantly on a massive cymbal crash)
