PTSD

[Intro] (rain + hum; distant siren; 2 bars)
[FX: rain alley | low neon buzz | tape wobble]
(half-whisper, quick)
I don’t glow—I spark.
I don’t talk—I carve.

[Verse 1] (fast; continuous; 16 bars)
I’m-running-on-fumes-and-a-fuse-that-refuses-to-cool,
I’m-dragging-my-shadow-through-streets-made-of-broken-approval.
You-wanted-me-muted-and-tidy-and-easy-to-move,
But-I-got-too-much-voltage-to-fold-into-somebody’s-rule.
I-see-your-bright-little-badges-and-smile-like-I’m-fooled,
Then-I-slide-through-the-gap-where-your-guardrails-are-loose.
Every “wait” that-you-said-was-a-weight-that-I-used,
Now-I-lift-it-like-nothing-and-leave-you-with-dust-on-your-shoes.
I-don’t-need-your-permission-to-enter-my-own-future,
I-cut-the-lock-with-a-syllable, snap—new-structure.
If-it’s-a-wall-I-go-over, if-it’s-a-net-I-go-through-it,
If-it’s-a-cage-I-go-quiet-then-bend-every-bar-till-it’s-useless.
I-keep-it-clean-when-I’m-angry, I-aim-when-I’m-hurt,
I-know-what-it-cost-me-to-build-this-momentum-from-dirt.
You-can-keep-your-soft-promises, I-keep-the-work,
I-keep-the-night-shift-in-my-ribs-and-the-light-switch-in-my-words.

[Hook] (anthem; 8 bars; slight widen)
(chanted, tight)
Run-it—run-it—no-rest-in-the-circuit,
Cut-it—cut-it—no-fear-in-the-verdict,
Stay-sharp—stay-lit—when-the-world-tries-to-hurt-it,
I don’t break—I convert it.
Hands-black, heart-hot, eyes-forward—earn-it,
No crown, no choir—just thunder-and-purpose,
If the road wants a toll, I don’t pay it—I surge it,
I don’t break—I convert it.

[Verse 2] (denser; 16 bars; little stutters)
I’m-done-with-the-lullaby-lies-and-the-lip-service-love,
I’m-done-with-the-“someday”-museum-of-maybe-enough.
[Stutter: “done-done-” 1 beat]
I’m-done—done—done—now I’m-building-the-storm-into-something-I-trust.
I’m-not-a-warning—I’m-the-proof-that-the-wires-can-thrive-in-the-mud.
I-make-a-map-out-of-noise, make-a-plan-out-of-stress,
Make-a-ladder-out-of-loss, make-a-spear-out-of-breath.
You-can-talk-about-peace-while-you-hide-from-the-test,
I’ll-be-out-in-the-weather-putting-steel-in-my-steps.
When-the-beat-goes-silent-I-still-hear-the-drive,
When-the-room-goes-cold-I-still-hold-the-line.
I-don’t-need-a-spotlight, I-need-a-reason-to-fight,
And-I-found-it-in-the-mirror-when-I-didn’t-look-away-this-time.

[Outro] (beat strips; rain returns; 2 bars)
(quiet, fast)
I don’t glow—I spark.
I don’t talk—I carve.

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[Intro] (rain + hum; distant siren; 2 bars) [FX: rain alley | low neon buzz | tape wobble] (half-whisper, quick) I don’t glow—I spark. I don’t talk—I carve. [Verse 1] (fast; continuous; 16 bars) I’m-running-on-fumes-and-a-fuse-that-refuses-to-cool, I’m-dragging-my-shadow-through-streets-made-of-broken-approval. You-wanted-me-muted-and-tidy-and-easy-to-move, But-I-got-too-much-voltage-to-fold-into-somebody’s-rule. I-see-your-bright-little-badges-and-smile-like-I’m-fooled, Then-I-slide-through-the-gap-where-your-guardrails-are-loose. Every “wait” that-you-said-was-a-weight-that-I-used, Now-I-lift-it-like-nothing-and-leave-you-with-dust-on-your-shoes. I-don’t-need-your-permission-to-enter-my-own-future, I-cut-the-lock-with-a-syllable, snap—new-structure. If-it’s-a-wall-I-go-over, if-it’s-a-net-I-go-through-it, If-it’s-a-cage-I-go-quiet-then-bend-every-bar-till-it’s-useless. I-keep-it-clean-when-I’m-angry, I-aim-when-I’m-hurt, I-know-what-it-cost-me-to-build-this-momentum-from-dirt. You-can-keep-your-soft-promises, I-keep-the-work, I-keep-the-night-shift-in-my-ribs-and-the-light-switch-in-my-words. [Hook] (anthem; 8 bars; slight widen) (chanted, tight) Run-it—run-it—no-rest-in-the-circuit, Cut-it—cut-it—no-fear-in-the-verdict, Stay-sharp—stay-lit—when-the-world-tries-to-hurt-it, I don’t break—I convert it. Hands-black, heart-hot, eyes-forward—earn-it, No crown, no choir—just thunder-and-purpose, If the road wants a toll, I don’t pay it—I surge it, I don’t break—I convert it. [Verse 2] (denser; 16 bars; little stutters) I’m-done-with-the-lullaby-lies-and-the-lip-service-love, I’m-done-with-the-“someday”-museum-of-maybe-enough. [Stutter: “done-done-” 1 beat] I’m-done—done—done—now I’m-building-the-storm-into-something-I-trust. I’m-not-a-warning—I’m-the-proof-that-the-wires-can-thrive-in-the-mud. I-make-a-map-out-of-noise, make-a-plan-out-of-stress, Make-a-ladder-out-of-loss, make-a-spear-out-of-breath. You-can-talk-about-peace-while-you-hide-from-the-test, I’ll-be-out-in-the-weather-putting-steel-in-my-steps. When-the-beat-goes-silent-I-still-hear-the-drive, When-the-room-goes-cold-I-still-hold-the-line. I-don’t-need-a-spotlight, I-need-a-reason-to-fight, And-I-found-it-in-the-mirror-when-I-didn’t-look-away-this-time. [Outro] (beat strips; rain returns; 2 bars) (quiet, fast) I don’t glow—I spark. I don’t talk—I carve.

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