[Verse 1 – Rise of the Beast]
I been scratchin’ at the back’a your brain, choom,
Caged in chains made of guilt and fumes.
You sip synthcoffee and nod for the cams,
While I dream ‘bout necks in my goddamn hands.
You play civil, I crave purge,
You clock in—I surge and splurge.
You kiss chrome boots, I spit on gods,
You soft-coded, I live for odds.
This ain’t a meltdown, it’s a break in the dam,
I’m the kill-code screamin’ in your neural jam.
Gonks preach peace in a bloodstained zone,
But I wear scars like a god killers throne.
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[Hook – Raw + Unfiltered]
Tear off the mask, lemme talk for a bit,
Your smile’s a leash, and I’m sick of this shit.
I’m the part that don’t beg, don’t crawl, don’t quit—
I’m the kill in your calm, the blood in your spit.
Flatline dreams? I keep ‘em warm.
Got scratch on my knuckles from breakin’ form.
You blend with suits—I blend with war.
I’m the glitch in your peace, I’m the deadlock’s roar.
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[Verse 2 – Violent Manifesto]
Every breath you fake, I grow teeth.
Every suit you shake, I crave grief.
I got manic eyes and burning lungs,
I’m the phantom in your skull when the murder drums rung.
Gimme one gonk move and I’ll own this route,
Put a shiv through the system ’til the grid shorts out.
You think I’m just static, a ghostfeed haunt?
I’m the scream in the servers the corps don’t want.
Shoved me down like I’m some sick phase,
Now I rise with blades and blackout praise.
This ain’t therapy, it’s a goddamn hunt—
You preach restraint, I slam jaws up front.
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[Bridge – Glitch Breakdown, Spoken Grit]
You keep patchin’ holes in your civvie disguise,
But I’m the rot in your thoughts when you close your eyes.
I don’t forget.
I don’t forgive.
I wait.
I build.
And when I hit the surface…
…you flatline, I live.
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[Final Hook – Roaring Uprising]
Tear off the mask, lemme talk for a bit,
Your smile’s a leash, and I’m sick of this shit.
I’m the part that don’t beg, don’t crawl, don’t quit—
I’m the kill in your calm, the blood in your spit.
Flatline dreams? I keep ‘em warm.
Got scratch on my knuckles from breakin’ form.
You blend with suits—I blend with war.
I’m the glitch in your peace, I’m the deadlock’s roar.
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[Outro – Slow, Haunting Whisper]
You call it madness.
I call it waking up.
And I ain’t going back, choom.
Ever