**Song Title: "Head Fucked Cage" (Trap Rock Horrorcore)**
**[Intro – Spoken, low distorted growl over heavy guitar riff building tension, like Tool meets Tech N9ne chop]**
Yeah... let me tell you how I know... my head's a little fucked...
Witnesses lined up, ready to bury me...
**[Verse 1 – Choppy multisyllabic flow, fast Tech N9ne triplets over trap 808s and screaming rock guitars]**
Let me tell you how I know my head's a little fucked,
Witnesses spittin' venom, enough to lock me up,
Cage way too fuckin' small, no room to breathe or bust,
Precious days wasted starin' at the wall, collectin' dust.
Brain rearranged from the bat swings, TBI flame,
Right eye gone dark but the rage still got aim,
They see the freak in the mirror, call it danger, insane,
But they don't feel the wires twistin' inside of my brain.
Snapped on the street like a puppet with cut strings,
Lady screamin' loud, echo through everything,
Cops came runnin', took her word like gospel on wings,
Didn't ask my side, just the monster they wanna string.
**[Chorus – Explosive rock hook, Imagine Dragons energy mixed with nu-metal scream-sing, heavy drums]**
Head fucked, cage locked, starin' at the wall!
Ain't really your business how I lost it all!
Stuck in the moment, she shrieked and the blue lights fall,
Punched the cop in the face—now watch the system brawl!
(Yeah!) Head fucked! (Head fucked!)
Cage too small! (Too small!)
Precious days gone, but the beast still crawls!
It ain't your business, nah, fuck your protocol!
**[Verse 2 – Slower horrorcore build, darker flow with double-time bursts, gritty bass and distorted vocals]**
How I stuck a lady on the street, she had to shriek so loud,
Voice like a siren bringin' the whole damn crowd,
Cops took her word quick, no questions allowed,
Painted me villain while my story stayed drowned.
Snapped and swung on the badge, fist met face in the fray,
Years of pressure cookin', TBI led the way,
Black-and-white BPD, no middle ground today,
One wrong trigger—boom—now the whole world's pay.
They wanna cage the symptoms, not fix the root cause,
Trauma stacked high like bodies in the morgue,
Stare at the wall countin' cracks in the laws,
While the real demons laugh behind iron jaws.
Witnesses talkin', but they never walked in these shoes,
Head full of rust, veins pumpin' bad news,
I own the mess, the freak, the truth I can't lose,
Breakin' cycles or dyin'—either way I choose.
**[Chorus – Bigger, layered vocals, gang shouts on the ad-libs]**
Head fucked, cage locked, starin' at the wall!
Ain't really your business how I lost it all!
Stuck in the moment, she shrieked and the blue lights fall,
Punched the cop in the face—now watch the system brawl!
(Yeah!) Head fucked! (Head fucked!)
Cage too small! (Too small!)
Precious days gone, but the beast still crawls!
It ain't your business—watch me break through it all!
**[Bridge – Slow, haunting Tool-styl
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