Three words. Ten thousand times. Same hook dressed up in billboard lies. Same grin. Same loop. Same heat. No blood. No bite. No kick. No teeth. Don’t sell me vibes. Don’t dress the void. If it’s all hollow, make it break. Let it break. Let it snap. No dead air. Give me weight. Let it split. Let it bleed. Fuck your loop. Let it break. Viral chorus. Paper spine. A thousand mouths, still dead inside. Shiny words. Empty core. Say it louder. I feel it less. No more sugar over rot. No more "fine". I'm fucking not. Let it break. Let it snap. No dead air. Give me weight. Let it split. Let it bleed. Fuck your loop. Let it break. Say it again. Say it again. Say it. Until it means nothing. Cut it open. Strip the lie. Show the rot. Let it break. Let it snap. No dead air. Give me weight. Let it split. Let it bleed. Fuck your loop. Let it break. Let it break.
