

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Alarm screams I ghost it twice Cold coffee Still tastes like spite Dress shoes on But my heart stays home In this buzz-lit maze I just scroll my phone Everyone sprinting for a finish line I can’t see, I can’t find My name tag hangs like a chain on my neck Clock in, clock out Same slow wreck [Chorus] I’m clock-in on empty Running on fumes again Staring at the screen like “Tell me why I came” (why I came?) If this is the dream Why do I feel half dead inside? Tryna fake that fire But I can’t find the drive [Verse 2] Boss talks “vision” While I count tiles My brain’s on mute Mouth runs fake smiles Small talk scripts Copy-paste replies Dead jokes drop But nobody’s alive I keep waiting for a spark to hit For the switch that makes me care a bit But the days just blur In fluorescent gray And every “how you been?” I just say “okay” [Chorus] I’m clock-in on empty Running on fumes again Staring at the screen like “Tell me why I came” (tell me why) If this is the dream Why do I feel half dead inside? Tryna fake that fire But I can’t find the drive [Bridge] [Beat lurches, bass tears open] Glitch in my head Everything stutters Static in my chest Heartbeat shudders Burnout buzzing like a swarm inside Every “grind don’t stop” Feels like a lie (like a lie) [Chopped vocal: “no drive, no drive, no drive”] [Drop hits, rhythm fractures, bass swerves] [Chorus] I’m clock-in on empty Running on fumes again Staring at the screen like “Tell me why I came” (why I came?) If this is the dream Why do I feel half dead inside? Till I break these walls I’ll never find the drive (Find the drive, find the drive)
Tags
rap, Hybrid metal-trap with male vocals; clipped, aggressive verses over distorted 808s, chugging low guitar, and snarling synth bass. Chorus widens into melodic, anthemic hooks with layered harmonies and soaring pads. Bridge dives into a chaotic dubstep-style drop with bit-crushed vocal chops and syncopated bass hits before a final half-time, shout-along chorus., metal, dubstep
3:32
No
2/22/2026