We got this baby.

Hook (fast, looping, chant-like):

Max in the crack of the system collapse,

Facts turn back when he snaps it in half,

Black-to-white, light-to-static, he maps it, he stacks it,

If nothing holds weight then Max just abstracts it,

Void talk, noise walk, everything bends when he talks,

World falls off course but it follows his thoughts.

Verse 1 (double-time, dense rhyme):

Max in the matrix, breaking the base code placement,

Spaces shift faces, time loses patience,

Nothing got meaning till Max starts naming it,

Same old chaos but he’s rearranging it,

Dust to discussion, eruption from nothing,

Sudden construction from subtle disruption,

If truth is unstable then Max is the lever,

Pull once, rewrite the whole weather forever.

Clock stop, block drop, reality stutters and folds,

Cold logic melting when Max takes control of the code,

No gods, no plot, just dots he connects in a line,

Every ending’s a beginning when it’s bent in his mind,

He speaks and the static starts acting like language,

Breaks what it was just to see what it changes.

Hook (faster, heavier bounce):

Max in the crack of the system collapse,

Facts turn back when he snaps it in half,

Black-to-white, light-to-static, he maps it, he stacks it,

If nothing holds weight then Max just abstracts it,

Void talk, noise walk, everything bends when he talks,

World falls off course but it follows his thoughts.

Verse 2 (faster, more chaotic internal rhyme):

Max at the axis of accidental creation,

Turning breakdowns into blueprints of future formation,

Entropy trembling every time he decides,

To rewrite what exists in the blink of his eyes,

No script, no fixed grip, just infinite edits,

Every loss gets relabeled, repackaged, then threaded,

Through a system he bends with a flick of attention,

Dimension correction through verbal invention.

Birds of old meaning get caught in the draft,

Water turns sharper when Max rewrites path,

Stone starts listening, silence gets syntax,

Everything fractured but Max brings it back,

Not restored—remodeled, evolved in the glitch,

Where nothing means anything until he switches.

Hook (faster, more intense):

Max in the crack of the system collapse,

Facts turn back when he snaps it in half,

Black-to-white, light-to-static, he maps it, he stacks it,

If nothing holds weight then Max just abstracts it,

Void talk, noise walk, everything bends when he talks,

World falls off course but it follows his thoughts.

Verse 3 (final build, controlled chaos):

Max doesn’t fix it, he just lets it transform,

From meaningless storm into something reborn,

Not hero, not savior, just breaker of lines,

Where endings dissolve into editable time,

So if nothing matters, he still makes it matter,

Turns falling-apart into pattern and matter,

And out of the silence the system forgot,

Max writes a world from the moment it stopped.

Become yourself.

You are the one

No one can stop you.

Life is a blessing.

Love is life.

Love is life.

Love is life

Love is life.