[Intro] [a low, tense synth pad drone and the sound of a cassette tape being loaded. a single, distorted guitar note rings out and sustains.] [Stanza 1] [Music kicks in. a tight, driving hip-hop beat with a gritty, palm-muted guitar riff. the energy is anxious and forward-moving.] I can't get a break from me, in my own mind I never get a rest, The executive power in charge has failed the simplest test, Distraction grasps, and hyperfocus leans, thought is a tug-o-war at best, Got my dog to tell me that it’s only anxiety pounding in my chest. Every day's an uphill battle with a massive boulder on my back, It’s like rolling dice to make decisions, critical failure, a panic attack. [Refrain] [the driving beat and guitar cut out, leaving only the low, droning synth pad.] The static's always on, a constant, muffled drone, It's crowded in this skull, but I always feel alone. [Stanza 2] [the beat and guitars slam back in, more intense than before. add subtle, glitchy electronic effects in the background.] Got a library of knowledge with massive books on every shelf, But the whole catalog is on fire, I wish I could even help myself, But my brain's a funhouse maze full of mirrors, sounds and smoke, And every easy answer just feels like it's a universal private joke. All these tools are in my hand, but all the function's out of sight, It's a high-tech supercomputer that won't turn up the monitor light. [Refrain] [the music drops again to the synth drone, but this time a slow, heavy drum beat joins it. the sung melody is stronger, more defiant.] The static's always on, a constant, muffled drone, It's crowded in this skull, but I always feel alone. [Bridge] [the music becomes frantic, heart-beat drum pattern and a fast, intricate synth arpeggio.] One hand's drafting schematics Putting genius steadily to the test, Then my mind starts its dramatics, My brain trying desperately to... rhyme. [Bridge] [the music becomes heavy and oppressive. huge, distorted guitars play a slow, sludgy riff.] (“Why can't you do this?”) I’ll always hear them (“You're so smart, it's clear!”) Those are the phrases that echo, they’re the voices magnifying my fear. My brain's a deep forest of tripwires, makes the simplest of tasks a fight, Got all the abilities in my hand, but motivation and focus have no might My brain pattern is a mosaic, can't zoom out enough to get the whole picture in sight. So no one's ever really been proud of me… no, cause I didn't do it... "their" right! I didn't do it... "their" right! [Outro / Final Refrain] [all instruments swell in a massive crescendo!! the full band, the synth pads, the electronic elements.] The static's always on, a constant, muffled drone, It's crowded in this skull, but I always feel alone!!
