Verse 1
Click-clack cortex, feedback flexing, thoughts hit hard then ricochet
Pulse percussion, pressure session, every second overplayed
Mind like metal, teeth like static, nerves keep drumming anyway
Ticking, tripping, never settling, always mid-meltdown-delay
Verse 2
Overclocked and under-rested, caffeinated consciousness
Every moment micro-scanned for potential threat and mess
I don’t think, I chain-react, synapse slap then counterpunch
Ideas pile like traffic jams that never, ever budge
Verse 3
Jaw clenched, tongue tied, breath short, ribs locked in a brace
Heart taps Morse code warnings I don’t know how to translate
I don’t pause, I stutter-step through mental obstacle courses
Life reduced to rapid-fire internal status reports
Verse 4
Self-check, self-doubt, self-edit, self-correct, repeat
Posture measured, tone rephrased, apology pre-written speech
Every instinct hit with metrics, every feeling needs a why
I don’t live inside the moment, I audit it till it dies
Verse 5
Night shift brain, day shift body, both exhausted, neither off
Sleep denied by thought grenades that never lose their fuse or cost
Memories bang-bang-banging doors I swore I’d locked for good
Past keeps time with heavy boots across my neighborhood
Verse 6
Error-counting, pattern-hunting, flaw detection running wild
One wrong word becomes the proof I’ve always been this style
Catastrophe percussion, minor slips become the beat
Every failure drops a bassline underneath my feet
Verse 7
Closeness clicks alarm systems, touch translates to red alert
If you care I tense for damage, if you don’t it still hurts
I sync loss to expectation, pre-load pain to stay ahead
Heart like hardware running trauma loops I never said
Verse 8
High-functioning, praised for pace, never stopping, never late
While my inner scaffolding vibrates past its weight
I don’t crack, I rattle loose, hold form, maintain the shell
Being “fine” is just percussion played extremely well
Verse 9
Coping scripts and therapy-speak, acronyms and grounding tricks
I recite them like a rhythm but the rhythm never quits
Insight sharp as broken glass, cuts clean but doesn’t clear
I understand myself to death, still trapped in here
Verse 10
Progress measured, charts and curves, linearity assumed
But my brain prefers polyrhythms, syncopation, doom
Step forward, step back, double-time, repeat the phrase
Healing’s just another beat I miss but still must chase
Verse 11
Breathless living, mental sprinting, no arrival, no release
Just a constant inner briefing on what I should fix in me
I’m not asking for a cure or clarity or calm
Just a moment where my mind unhooks its claws
Verse 12
Still I’m here inside the noise, overstimulated, tense
Running thought on thought on thought without a period
Not resolved, not healed, not whole, but actively aware
Still breathing — barely — still there
