Static In The Void

(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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(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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(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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(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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(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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(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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(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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(beat decays into static)

(distant echoing bass hit)

(machine hum fades out)

Life feels like a glitch…

so I made it loud.