🐺 BLACKDOG — OVERLOAD//OVERLORD
🐺 BLACKDOG — OVERLOAD//OVERLORD [Verse I — breach of reason] Heartbeat hiccup — click-glitch, “think, switch,” Betrayal taste metal — link ripped, script flipped. Crew gone — ghost logs, no gods, cold rods, Chrome squad rolled in with contracts and war-odds. They said “freeze.” Brain said “free-fall—reinstall—revolve.” Soul said solve, jaw locked — resolve. Fear? dissolved — problem evolved. Pulse sync, thoughts split — two, three, four tracks, Threat nets map cracks — clack-clack skull jacks. Eyes blur, world shards, doubt dies, truth hard — Breathe barbed air, chaos carved my charge. --- [Flow fracture — system tear] Hunt mode boot / route brute / suit mute, Shoot truth, shock root / loop reboot. I don’t choose rage — rage recruits, Flesh glitch, faith twitch, force computes. I am not “unstable.” I am un-slaveable, Un-labelable, Un-tameable, Aim capable Pain scalable Brain flammable Frame breakable only by unnameable variables. --- [Hook — berserk prayer] Clash-crash cortex, cpu crucifix, Steel-sung scripture in backstreet crucible mix. Breath breaks, nerve shakes — then straightens, I don’t fry — I awaken. No mercy matrix. No peace protocol. Mind went feral algorithmic — Body followed like a law. ---- Bark ... Bark... --- [Verse II — kill permission] Boots beat bricks — breach squad convergence, Laser choir humming like consequence sermons. They speak “law.” I speak loss-logic insurgent. They bring death-paperwork. I bring soul-soldered purpose. Blink crack time — frames fracture frames, Tactic melts panic — I rename aim. Their numbers don’t matter when I cheat the game, They count bodies — I count who I became. Blood? no mention. Bones? no need. This ain’t flesh war — this is thought stampede. I don’t strike — I rewrite physics, Their threats turn mythic miscellanics. They fire fear — I fire fractal logistics. They hit walls — I hit limits and lift it. (voice drops to a surgical whisper) Madness? nah. Madness wishes. I am the system glitch that survives its own glitches. --- [Final Hook — paradox crown] Crash clash cortex, faith-fused forcefield, Fear yields, future kneels, truth unsheathed. You see chaos — I see clarity freed. You see breakdown — I see crown born from bleed. If order’s a cage, then chaos is god-code. If sanity’s chains, then break is cross-load. I did not fall — I download overload.
