(Tempo: 174 BPM. Heavy, distorted breakbeats. No synths—just a walking double-bass line, a crisp snare, and a jazzy, sampled trumpet loop that cuts in and out.) **(Intro)** (Sound of a heavy iron door slamming. Silence for two seconds.) (Whispered, raspy voice) *They told me the price of admission was everything.* (Beat kicks in violently) **(Verse 1)** Look, Step into the vacuum, the room is a tomb and the oxygen’s thinning I’m spinning in circles, the cycle is swirling, the devil is grinning I bought into the lie that the gold in the cage was a trophy for winning But the gold is just plating, the lacquer is fading, the ending’s beginning! I’m a prisoner of habit, a slave to the static, the noise in my attic The panic is automatic, erratic, a manic erratic cinematic dramatic— Shift in the vision, a split-second decision to sever the tie I’m cutting the cord of the cord that’s been pulling me into a lie! You think you’re liberated? You’re just a rented tenant in a digital city Following a blueprint, a footprint, a hint of a ghost and it’s pity! We’re chasing a ghost in a machine, a screen that is feeding us dopamine A polished routine, a curated scene, a smudge on a pristine screen! I’m breaking the lock, I’m shaking the clock, I’m dodging the tick and the tock The system is rigged, the grave has been digged, it’s time that I finally rock The foundation of everything built on a promise that’s hollow and thin I’m shedding the skin, the battle within, let the chaos begin! **(Chorus)** (High energy, anthemic, half-sung/half-shouted) Give me the keys to the void, let the wreckage be strewn! I’m a rocket that’s ripping the air, I’m a ghost in the room! You call it a gift, but the gift is a noose that is tightening slow I’m paying the debt with a fire that’s starting to grow! Break it! Shake it! Take it all back! I’m finally free—and the system is starting to crack! (Fast) *Free from the fear, free from the fake, free from the weight of the mistake!* **(Verse 2)** (Double-time flow. Rapid fire. Increasing intensity.) Now I’m out in the open, the wind in my lungs and the silence is screaming I’m waking up fast from a lifetime of sleeping, a lifetime of dreaming Of a version of me that was polished and neat, a puppet on strings in a corporate seat But the strings are all frayed and the colors are faded, the master is jaded, the game has been played! I don’t want your pension, your mention, your tension, the social ascension The mental detention, the constant prevention of any real tension! I’m a glitch in the matrix, a stitch in the fabric, a freak in the attic The flow is erratic, the rhythm is static, the impact is cinematic! I’m free from the need to be liked by the people who hate me for being a mirror The image is clearer, the end is much nearer, the fear is a gear That’s turning the wheel of a life that I’m stealing back, piece by piece A sudden release, a violent peace, a spiritual lease! I’m torching the map, I’m escaping the trap, I’m closing the gap in the snap Of a finger—the linger of everything gone, the dawn of a different song And the song is a riot, a quiet explosion, a mental erosion Of everything "normal," the formal, the banal, the ritual, the habitual! I’m gone! **(Chorus)** (High energy, anthemic) Give me the keys to the void, let the wreckage be strewn! I’m a rocket that’s ripping the air, I’m a ghost in the room! You call it a gift, but the gift is a noose that is tightening slow I’m paying the debt with a fire that’s starting to grow! Break it! Shake it! Take it all back! I’m finally free—and the system is starting to crack! (Fast) *Free from the fear, free from the fake, free from the weight of the mistake!* **(Outro)** (Beat cuts out abruptly. Just a rhythmic clicking sound, like a clock or a typewriter.) (Slower, conversational flow) Funny,
