Clock-In On Empty

[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)

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