[Verse] Externally, I pass as blessed Internally, pure fucking mess Flat screen pain, high-speed affliction Burned-out brain, still no prescription He’s doing great, they say and smile Meanwhile, I die in corporate style Fuck gratitude, in debt till death Smile for the ‘Gram, knife in my chest Therapist says, You should talk this through I pay to unpack what I always knew This house is clean, but the soul’s grown mold Five-star tomb, heart long gone cold Trauma loops on every screen I'm the ghost inside the scene Call it healing, sell the lie Package pain in suit and tie Fuck your system, fuck your grace I carry hell in a smiling face Wake to rage and sleep to screams I break apart in fevered dreams [Chorus] [SUNG] Still fucking here, still broke, still bleeding Clocking in while my soul stops breathing They dress it up, but I see through the glam— This ain't a life, it's a fucking scam Still fucking here, still broke, still bleeding Branded as stable, but inside I’m screaming They call it growth—I call it decay Welcome to hell with a 401(k) [Verse] I BLEED in a first world padded room Five-star meals meet impending doom Noose-shaped tie with a tailored fit Mirror throws back what I can’t forget Dark days blur in cold emotion Smiles fade into slow erosion Walls hold heat, but thoughts stay frozen White pills lined up like death row dosing They hand me weight, then watch me fall I buckle hard beneath it all They see this shell and think I’m fine Rot behind eyes, I’m going blind Pain gets framed as personality While I decay in this reality I’m the cost of your convenience Packaged neat for your allegiance Fuck this timeline, burn these screens Choke on plastic American dreams Scream like static in a padded shell VIP pass to a private hell [Chorus] [SUNG] Still fucking here, still broke, still bleeding Clocking in while my soul stops breathing They dress it up, but I see through the glam— This ain't a life, it's a fucking scam Still fucking here, still broke, still bleeding Branded as stable, but inside I’m screaming They call it growth—I call it decay Welcome to hell with a 401(k) [Verse] Hope’s a scam, and faith’s a fraud Tell your priest there is no God Luxury coffin, stitched in gold Still breathing, but blood runs cold Thoughts load slow, my hands just shake They offer meds like duct tape faith Running water, but leaking purpose Every day feels barely worth it I bleed in silence—screen says “smile” Dead man scrollin’ in denial Smile installed, but it don’t mean shit Still waitin’ on joy that don’t exist Hope’s just fear with a pretty face Wrapped in meds and minimum wage Tell your god I’m not his pawn— I’m the proof that faith is gone No heaven, no purpose, no fucking plan— Just debt and damage in a dying man First-class pain in a gilded shell First-world body, third-world hell [Breakdown] It’s a fucking crisis Disguised as progress Packaged as “blessed ” Branded as wholeness Wrapped in bullshit And workplace success It looks like success But it feels like death... And I still wake up for it? WHY? [Chorus] [SUNG] Still fucking here, still broke, still bleeding Clocking in while my soul stops breathing They dress it up, but I see through the glam— This ain't a life, it's a fucking scam Still fucking here, still broke, still bleeding Branded as stable, but inside I’m screaming They call it growth—I call it decay Welcome to hell with a 401(k) [Outro] Externally, I pass for alive Internally, beg to flatline Heartbeat's on, but nothing's inside I'm just a ghost that never died Still fucking here Still. Fucking. Here.
