Hate the Light

# MASTERING PRESET — CONSENT RECORDS - Style: Hard Clipping / Riot Grrrl / Industrial Grit - EQ: • Low Cut: 32 Hz • High Shelf: +1, 5 dB @ 9, 5 kHz • Mid Scoop: -1, 2 dB @ 450 Hz - Compression: • Ratio: 4:1 • Threshold: -9 dB • Attack: 18 ms • Release: 120 ms - Limiter: • Ceiling: -1, 0 dB • Drive: +3, 5 dB - Stereo: • Width: +12% • Phase Protect: ON - Notes: • Preserve vocal grit • Maintain low‑end punch • Avoid over‑brightening

Verse 1 — sharpen the fall

Glad you asked how the hell I’m doing today
When the plan was to torch every bridge and walk away
Glad you heard the crack when everything gave out
While they stood around pretending they couldn’t hear me shout

Verse 2 — make the 48 years feel heavier

Forty‑eight years bracing up a crumbling wall
Not one of those cowards reached out when I started to fall
Now the weight is gone and the quiet feels mean
Nobody’s coming — nobody ever been

Chorus (unchanged)

People ain’t no good, and they never were
That’s what “friends” are for, ain’t that the word
A little bit of malice, a whole lot of spite
I’m just glad you’re here to watch me hate the light
(People ain’t no good)
(People ain’t no good)

Verse 3 — make the pain more visual

Dragging through the mud with a rust‑bitten chain
Every memory dripping slow like a poison in the vein
Let the river rise up till it swallows the floor
I don’t give a damn who’s pounding on the door

Verse 4 — escalate toward the break

Drilling down deep to the marrow and bone
Swear I was better off carved out and left alone
One clean shot straight through the heart of the game
Nobody wins — but we all choke on the blame

Chorus (unchanged)

Bridge — make it rot harder

Let it sink
Let it rot
All the things they swore they forgot

Every promise was an anchor in my chest
Now silence is the only place I get to rest

Final Chorus (unchanged)

Outro — give it a punchline

Watch me hate the light
Hole in one
Right through the chest
Leave it all behind
Nowhere left to go
Fade into the feedback
Let the whole damn world know

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Verse 1 — sharpen the fall Glad you asked how the hell I’m doing today When the plan was to torch every bridge and walk away Glad you heard the crack when everything gave out While they stood around pretending they couldn’t hear me shout Verse 2 — make the 48 years feel heavier Forty‑eight years bracing up a crumbling wall Not one of those cowards reached out when I started to fall Now the weight is gone and the quiet feels mean Nobody’s coming — nobody ever been Chorus (unchanged) People ain’t no good, and they never were That’s what “friends” are for, ain’t that the word A little bit of malice, a whole lot of spite I’m just glad you’re here to watch me hate the light (People ain’t no good) (People ain’t no good) Verse 3 — make the pain more visual Dragging through the mud with a rust‑bitten chain Every memory dripping slow like a poison in the vein Let the river rise up till it swallows the floor I don’t give a damn who’s pounding on the door Verse 4 — escalate toward the break Drilling down deep to the marrow and bone Swear I was better off carved out and left alone One clean shot straight through the heart of the game Nobody wins — but we all choke on the blame Chorus (unchanged) People ain’t no good, and they never were That’s what “friends” are for, ain’t that the word A little bit of malice, a whole lot of spite I’m just glad you’re here to watch me hate the light (People ain’t no good) (People ain’t no good) Bridge — make it rot harder Let it sink Let it rot All the things they swore they forgot Every promise was an anchor in my chest Now silence is the only place I get to rest Final Chorus (unchanged) People ain’t no good, and they never were That’s what “friends” are for, ain’t that the word A little bit of malice, a whole lot of spite I’m just glad you’re here to watch me hate the light (People ain’t no good) (People ain’t no good) Outro — give it a punchline Watch me hate the light Hole in one Right through the chest Leave it all behind Nowhere left to go Fade into the feedback Let the whole damn world know

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