**[Intro – low whispered, pitched down]**
Yeah… reset… reset…
Pain canceled… twice…
Third time’s the curse, BLAOW!!
Goose back from the dirt, BOW
**[Chorus]**
It’s the third comin’ of Goose, this that CRYPTIC SEASON
No more tears in the booth, just heaters screamin’
Reset twice, you forgot how to love correctly
Now it’s only rage pixels, heart on 808 ecstasy
CRYPTIC! BOW!
CRYPTIC! BOW!
Whole soul blacked out, still glow like a demon
This that third comin’ energy — CRYPTIC SEASON
**[Verse 1]**
I died in slow motion, twice, screen glitched to nothin’
First time was love, second time was trust, both disgusting
Now the third avatar loaded, no HUD, no discussion
Chrome halo inverted, middle finger to the sun, bitch I’m eruptin’
Used to bleed for the clout, now I bleed motor oil
Heart chamber empty, only echoes and recoil
They said “heal” I said “nah”, turned the wound to a spoiler
Now every bar hydraulic, press play — feel the spoiler
You pray for peace, I pray for smoke and black Maybach speakers
Devil on my left sayin’ “run it back”, I’m the reaper’s reaper
Forgot how to cry so the rage came automatic
Every tear I didn’t shed turned to bullets in the attic
**[Chorus]**
It’s the third comin’ of Goose, this that CRYPTIC SEASON
No more tears in the booth, just heaters screamin’
Reset twice, you forgot how to love correctly
Now it’s only rage pixels, heart on 808 ecstasy
CRYPTIC! BOW!
CRYPTIC! BOW!
Whole soul blacked out, still glow like a demon
This that third comin’ energy — CRYPTIC SEASON
**[Verse 2]**
Mask off, skin off, feelings long decomposed
What’s a broken heart when the whole chest been hosed?
I don’t want revenge, I want the algorithm to choke
Every “u good?” text get archived in smoke
Rage so pure it got its own element table
Goose atomic number 666, unstable, unable
To feel anything softer than a coffin nail
So I just keep snappin’ necks in 16-bar detail
They want the old me back — he on a milk carton missing
New me baptized in gasoline, lighter flicks, no permission
This ain’t therapy rap, this exorcism with percussion
Every kick drum a guillotine, every hi-hat a judgement
**[Bridge – pitched-up frantic preacher sample layered]**
And lo, in the third rising, pain was cast out!
Love became contraband, mercy got locked out!
The meek shall not inherit — the RAGERS take the crown!
CRYPTIC SEASON MOTHERFUCKER — BOW DOWN!
**[Final Chorus – double-time rage delivery]**
Third comin’ of Goose — CRYPTIC SEASON
No love, no peace, just permanent treason
Reset twice, feelings on deletion
Now it’s only red eyes and bassline heathens
CRYPTIC! BOW! (skrrt)
CRYPTIC! BOW! (grrah)
Soul black tar, still shinin’ like a lesion
Welcome to forever — this that CRYPTIC SEASON
**[Outro – slowing down, reverbed gun cock]**
Yeah… third time…
Ain’t no comin’ back from this one…
Goose.
CRYPTIC.
BOW.
*[Fade to distortion]*
96oose_
