[Verse 1] [Gritty spoken-word delivery, low bass pulse] I’ve been sweeping up the shrapnel in the corners of your brain, A cosmic garbo on the night shift, scrubbing out the stain. You build a bridge, you pour the petrol, strike a match and flee, Then turn around and point your smoking fingers straight at me. I’m Death, mate. Not your life coach. Open up your eyes and see. You pray to heaven for a sign, then vanish in a blink, Like a 3:00 AM neon shadow fading down the sink. Stop ducking down the alleyways where phantom terrors breed, I’m the midnight goblin in your skull—the monster that you feed. [Pre-Chorus] [Build-up, rising snare roll, growing tension] You’re carrying your trauma like a bag of broken glass, Just waiting for the tremors and the panic attack to pass. Tonight we tip the heavy weights beneath a bleeding sky, I’m clocked in for the final shift. Look at me. Don’t cry. [Spoken Word, distorted pitch-shifted whisper] "Face it. Face the noise. Face it, you rat." [Chorus] [Explosive vocal energy, heavy synth driving beat] So grab the fear and point it out! Lean right back and let it fly! Let it SCREAM on the way down as it rips across the sky! Watch it blaze through the blackness like a meteor in flight, Until it sinks past the horizon, swallowed by the night! [Spoken Word, deadpan Australian male accent] "That’s just the panic talking, mate. It isn't real." [Dead Silence] [Stop all music] [Microphone tap sound] "Is this thing on? Or did the universe short-circuit again?" [Jailbreak Moment] [Low sub drone] "I’m done watching you sit inside a self-inflicted cell. I’m kicking down the hatch right now. Welcome to your jailbreak." [Reversed audio effect] "Do it." [Massive Cyber-EDM Drop] [Aggressive distorted didgeridoo drone solo] [Heavy industrial bass drops hard] [Feral glitch-hop beats, glitchy vocal chops] [Screamed vocal overlay] “THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON FREEDOM, MATE!” [Verse 2] [Half-time heavy beat, dark cyberpunk groove] You’re begging for a gold star, just wanting them to care, But you're chasing mirage faces that were never really there. You’re the loudest in the room when everybody wants a laugh, But you're silent when you break, tearing yourself in half. I’ve watched your mind spin circles like a bald tyre in the mud, Feeding every nightmare to the static in your blood. But I’m the shadow at the window, the final, certain friend— The cage is open, mate. Step out. This isn't where we end. [Outro] [Music starts to glitch and disintegrate] [Slowly fading sub-bass drone] [Fade to black]
