Kids-Rhyme Intro (distorted, panned L/R)
One, two—don’t fall through (shh)
Three, four—lock your door (clank)
Five, six—grip your fists (scrape)
Seven, eight—stay awake (ha…ha…)
Nine, ten—
Don’t. Sleep. In.
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Verse 1 (MAX CHOPPER – compressed syllables)
Tick-tock, brain rot, nightshift menace (scrrk)
Ash-made wretch with a mind-bent presence
Fire didn’t end it—just forged the essence
Hate got smart, learned time, got patient
Elm-lined blocks in the cortex flexin’
Micro-nap snap—minute hand weapon
Caffeine flood but the blink stay threatenin’
Dream door hiss—metal sing, confession (shhkk)
Boiler breath through the limbic system
Laugh-track static, punchlines split ‘em
Rules get warped when the clocks go missing
Sleep court seals what the fear been witnessin’
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Hook 1 (DOUBLE-TIME)
Stay awake—no rest, no rest
Count it down, chest compress
Eyes wide shut—stress on stress
Hear that scrape? You failed the test (scrrk)
Stay awake—no rest, no rest
Night goes red, daylight’s theft
Drift one inch—dead on entry
Sleep ain’t safe—it’s the enemy
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Verse 2 (FASTER, CUT-UP DELIVERY)
No keys—mind leased, fear prepaid
Walls drip jokes while the floor cascades
Friends fade quick—nobody stays
“Just a dream”—till the scars persuade
Quip-slash grin with a razor wit
Comedy mask over carnage scripts
Burn him again? Flames don’t stick
Fear keep talkin’, legend lives (ha!)
Say the tale—signal boosts
Memory feeds what the fire recruits
Blink too long—scene reboots
Wake up screaming? That’s the roots
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Hook 2 (HALF-TIME STOMP – CROWD-CRUSH)
STAY. AWAKE. (clap—clap)
NO. ESCAPE. (clap—clap)
COUNT. IT. DOWN.
SLEEP. MEANS. GRAVE.
STAY. AWAKE.
NO. ESCAPE.
WHEN THE DREAM HITS REAL FLESH—
THAT’S THE PRICE YOU PAY.
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Bridge (Whisper → Growl)
Blink once—mistake
Blink twice—too late
Dream too deep—hear the plate
Metal hum at the garden gate (scrrk…ha…)
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Final Verse (HYPER-CHOPPER / LAST GAS)
Clock eat minutes, minutes eat you
Thoughts go black like burnt-out fuses
Run, rewind—scene won’t choose ya
Rules get snapped like brittle futures
Carnival grin, bloodline humor
Punchline lands where the organs used to
Fall asleep—now it’s over
Wake up dead—nightmares notarized, closure
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Outro (Kids-Rhyme Reprise, broken tape)
One, two—don’t fall through
Three, four—lock your door
Five, six—grip your fists
Seven, eight—
Stay. Awake. (scrape…)
KylePatrick