[Intro — Spoken / FX] (telephone dial tone → distortion → whispered) Today — I’m done with it. [Verse 1 — Rap/Spoken over chugging riff] Today I'm done with it, it's been shit, makes me wanna rage-quit. I ain't got time to stay in line, they clip my wings and steal my grit. You throw your rules like salted nails, pin me down, say "sit and fit" — I laugh and load another round of spit, this static throat gets lit. [Pre-Chorus — Clean/Soaring] I saw myself reflected in their sneers, counted out by counting years. But the spark that you keep hiding in my veins won't be catalogued or chained. [Chorus — Shouted / Anthemic] So I rage, I rip, I tear the seams — I break the script, I kill their dreams. Take my fist — I’ll make you face it, feel the truth you tried to waste, Rage quit, rage quit — watch me erase it. [Verse 2 — Aggressive, half-sung] They put price tags on the things I love, sold my silence at a loss. Applause for hollow mannequins, applause for bosses at the cross. I chew the leash that keeps me calm, bite the hand that wrote the laws — If resilience is crime, then lock me up with no applause. [Pre-Chorus — Tension builds] You can carve your name into my scars, but I’m the thunder behind the cars. I’ll light the fuse of every compromise — watch the crooked towers die. [Chorus — Full band] So I rage, I rip, I tear the seams — I break the script, I kill their dreams. Take my fist — I’ll make you face it, feel the truth you tried to waste, Rage quit, rage quit — watch me erase it. [Bridge / Breakdown — Slow, heavy, brutal] (half-time stomp, downtuned chugs, vocal growl) Breathe in the rust, breathe out the rot, your quiet world is burning on my watch. No reconciliation, no compromise, just this fist and these hollowed, honest eyes. [Breakdown — Shout / Call & Response] Leader: TAKE IT! Gang vox: TAKE IT! Leader: MAKE YOU! Gang vox: MAKE YOU! Leader: FACE IT! Gang vox: FACE IT! [Verse 3 — Cold, cutting] I don’t need your pity, or your well-rehearsed excuse, I choke on every temple and I laugh at every truce. You shape me into something small, I spit the mold and stand up tall — the apocalypse will watch me walk when I refuse to crawl. [Final Chorus — Maximal energy] I rage, I rip, I tear the seams — I break the script, I kill their dreams. Take my fist — I’ll make you face it, feel the truth you tried to waste, Rage quit, rage quit — I’m the fault line, I’m the break. [Outro — Diminish to whispered menace] (heartbeat, filtered guitar) Today I quit your theater. Today, I pick my fight. (whisper) See you in the fallout.
