[INTRO]
(industrial drone fades in)
(tape hiss)
(distant metallic clanks)
(low distorted sub slowly rising)
Static in my head, yeah
Born tired, been dead since I woke up
Life buffering, nothing loading
God left the chat — no follow-up
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[VERSE 1]
(beat drops — heavy industrial kick + distorted 808)
Nothing matters, so I made it loud
140 thoughts, no way out
Clock still ticking but I feel paused
Reality cracked, file corrupted
Woke up numb with a glitch in my chest
Every breath feel stolen, not blessed
Chasing meaning like it owe me rent
But hope don’t pay, it just overdrafts
Born tired, yeah that’s my name
Raised on static, wired to pain
They said “trust the process” —
but the process fried my brain
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[PRE-CHORUS]
(hi-hats stutter)
(synths pitch bend)
If this is living, what’s the cost?
If this is God, then where he lost?
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[CHORUS]
(bass widens — wall of sound)
Nothing matters — turn it up
Dead-end thoughts — speed it up
Life feel fake — glitch it out
If I’m lost, let the noise drown it out
Nothing matters — turn it up
Born tired — had enough
If this void the truth I found
Then bury me inside the sound
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[VERSE 2]
(beat strips slightly — grimy rap focus)
Exhaustion tattooed on my spine
Days bleed together, can’t tell time
Every promise came half-broken
Every prayer bounced back unsigned
Reality feel like lag and delay
NPC smiles, say “I’m okay”
Scrolling graves in my phone at night
Everyone living — I’m buffering
God left the chat, no reply
Guess I talk to myself to survive
If this all ends in nothing anyway
Why silence the scream inside?
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[SPOKEN WORD BREAKDOWN]
(beat collapses to sub rumble)
(tape hiss returns)
(reverb-heavy spoken vocal)
I don’t think I’m sad.
I think I’m tired of pretending this means something.
They said “find purpose,”
but nobody told me what to do when it disappears.
Every day feels borrowed.
Every night lasts too long.
I don’t want to die —
I just want the noise to stop for a second.
If God’s still listening…
he’s real quiet lately.
(brief silence)
So I turn it up.
Not to feel alive —
but to feel anything.
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[DROP / FINAL CHORUS]
(full industrial drop slams back in)
(distortion maxed)
Nothing matters — turn it up
Dead-end thoughts — speed it up
Life feel fake — glitch it out
If I’m lost, let the noise drown it out
Nothing matters — turn it up
Born tired — had enough
If this void the truth I found
Then bury me inside the sound
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[OUTRO]
(beat decays into static)
(distant echoing bass hit)
(machine hum fades out)
Life feels like a glitch…
so I made it loud.
ReapEternal
