Autopilot Smile (No Signal)

(Low sub-bass swell)

(Distant industrial drone)

(Reverse reverb pull)

(Filtered scream echo far back)

I look fine.

I look whole.

No signal inside.

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(Downtuned guitars fade in)

(Half-time drums, restrained)

(Vocals low, intimate, tense)

I wear my damage like a tailored lie

Pressed and folded, never asking why

They say I shine, I say I’m straight

But my ribs cave in every day I wake

I rehearse the smile, memorize the nod

Shake their hands like I’m playing God

Keep it clean, keep it tight

Rotting quietly out of sight

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(Drums rise, tom-heavy build)

(Guitars open up, swelling)

I bite my tongue till it bleeds restraint

Swallow truth, label it strength

Every breath feels counterfeit

Alive on paper — nonexistent

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(Full band impact)

(Wall of guitars)

(Layered clean + screamed vocals)

I’M SMILING THROUGH THE DAMAGE

TEETH LOCKED, DON’T LET IT SHOW

LIVING ON EMOTIONAL AUTOPILOT

HEART IN FLIGHT MODE

I FEEL TOO MUCH — I SAY NOTHING

LET IT FOSSILIZE

SELF-DESTRUCTION DRESSED AS HEALING

LOOK ME IN THE EYES

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(Groove heavier, more distortion)

(Sub-bass follows guitar rhythm)

I’m haunted by the ghosts I shed

Every version that should be dead

They stare me down from behind my eyes

Asking how I learned to survive numb

They whisper failure, they whisper time

They sound like me on sleepless nights

They watch me stall, they watch me stall

They watch me feel nothing at all

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(Half-time slam)

(Drums hit harder, space opens)

I numb myself to feel in control

Turn the wound into a ritual

If pain’s the cure, inject the dose

Better to hurt than be exposed

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(Heavier than first)

(Screams more forward)

I’M SMILING THROUGH THE DAMAGE

MASK FUSED TO MY SKIN

LIVING ON EMOTIONAL AUTOPILOT

COUNTING DOWN WITHIN

I FEEL TOO MUCH — I SAY NOTHING

PRESSURE SET TO BREAK

I CALL IT HEALING WHILE I’M BLEEDING

JUST TO FEEL OKAY

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(Drums drop out briefly)

(Sub-only pulse)

(Guttural vocals front and dry)

I DON’T HEAL — I ADAPT

I DON’T REST — I COLLAPSE

I DON’T CHANGE — I JUST LEARN

HOW TO SUFFER QUIETER

(Pause — dead silence)

THIS IS NOT RECOVERY

THIS IS SURVIVAL MODE

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(Slower tempo)

(Maximum weight)

(Choir-style backing screams layered subtly)

I’M SMILING THROUGH THE DAMAGE

CRACKS RUNNING THROUGH MY CHEST

LIVING ON EMOTIONAL AUTOPILOT

CALLING THIS MY BEST

I FEEL TOO MUCH — I SAY NOTHING

TILL IT RIPS ME APART

I DIDN’T HEAL — I JUST GOT BETTER

AT BREAKING MY OWN HEART

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(Guitars decay into feedback)

(Ambient noise tail)

(Filtered spoken vocal)

I look fine.

I look strong.

I’ve been gone

All along.