INTRO
Power on.
Nerves live.
Don’t blink.
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SECTION I
Static on my tongue, I taste the night,
Voltage hums when I step inside.
I don’t move how they expect me to,
I bend the beat till it tells the truth.
Eyes wide, pulse out of line,
Every rule breaks in real time.
You feel the shake before the sound,
I don’t ask— I take the ground.
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SECTION II
Neon cuts across my skin,
Glitch in the system, let me in.
I don’t hide the chaos inside,
I ride it hard, electrified.
Bass hit low, teeth grit tight,
Dark pop venom, razor-bright.
If you’re scared, step to the side,
This control don’t come polite.
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SECTION III (IMPACT)
Freak control—
Not calm, not clean.
Freak control—
Built from gasoline.
Every second sharper now,
I don’t slow, I break the dial.
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SECTION IV (BREAKDOWN)
Kill the lights.
Cut the air.
Heartbeat metal—
Standing there.
No symmetry, no safety net,
Just pressure and intent.
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SECTION V (FINAL SURGE)
I don’t reset, I escalate,
Hard bass tearing through the gates.
If the system starts to shake,
That’s the price of freak control.
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OUTRO
Power stays on.
Silence shakes.