Dear Madam Herta

[Verse 1]
I turn hobbies into homework
Fun into a scoreboard
Every little thing I touch
I treat it like a warlord
Grip too tight
And I crush what I’m holding
Whole life graded
On a test I wrote then folded
Red ink in my head
Every thought gets corrected
Mirror like a judge
Hands high, I’m inspected
If it ain’t perfect, it’s worthless
That’s the script
So when it all falls flat
I pretend I don’t slip
[Pre-Chorus]
Chasing first place in a solo race
Arguing with ghosts I can’t erase
Wonder if the game already set up
Or if I’m just a bug that they won’t patch up
[Chorus]
Dear Madam Herta, am I real or a reset?
Am I stats on a screen you ain’t seen yet?
If I fail every route that I select
Is it me, or a script I can’t reject?
Dear Madam Herta, can you sign my mistakes?
Put a stamp on the mess that my mind makes
If I’m stuck as a flaw in your project
Tell me I’m more than a failed test subject
[Verse 2]
Every fall feels final
Every loss feels loaded
I rewind the run
Try to see how it exploded
Scroll through the data
Breaking down each frame
Like if I find the glitch
You’ll finally say my name
“Kid, you’re obsessed”
Yeah, I know, I just fake calm
Smile in the crash
Like the fire’s just a napalm
Ask myself daily
Is this fate or design?
Did you code me to crumble
Right before the finish line?
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
If I quit, do I vanish?
If I win, do I wake up?
If I stall, does the whole thing freeze?
Or do you just change the makeup?
[whispered vocals]
Tell me what you see
When the system scans my soul
Am I trash data,
Or a patch note you stole?
[Chorus]
Dear Madam Herta, am I real or a reset?
Am I stats on a screen you ain’t seen yet?
If I fail every route that I select
Is it me, or a script I can’t reject?
Dear Madam Herta, can you sign my mistakes?
Put a stamp on the mess that my mind makes
If I’m stuck as a flaw in your project
Tell me I’m more than a failed test subject

rap, Dark cinematic rap beat, swung drums and moody detuned bells over sub bass. Verses double-tracked in places with urgent male vocals; hook brings chant-style gang vocals and filtered risers. Occasional glitchy stutters on key punchlines, ending on a stark, almost acapella final bar.