Scripted Madness (Tempo: 142 BPM | Dark, Melodic Drill)

(Intro)
(Sound of a pen scratching paper... distorted echo)
They think I’m losing it.
Maybe I am.
But when the heart leaks, the pen bleeds.
Look.
(Verse 1)
Stomach is empty, the cupboard is bare,
I’m breathing in dust and I’m inhaling air.
Sleep is a stranger, he don’t know my name,
I’m trapped in a fever, I’m chasing a flame.
I left the civilian life, left the career,
The man in the mirror is fueled by his fear.
It’s not like the old days, the rhythm is gone,
I’m pacing the floor from the dusk 'til the dawn.
(Hook)
I’m ink-stained, soul-pained, writing this verse,
This letter’s a blessing, this letter’s a curse.
Dipped in the essence of what we once were,
The ink is the blood and the vision’s a blur.
It’s a masterpiece, yeah, but it never ends,
Just a broken man making the paper his friends.
(Verse 2)
Check the aesthetics, the grooming is dead,
Got a forest of hair and a storm in my head.
My eyes are like craters, they’re hollow and wide,
There’s nowhere for all of this liquid to hide.
I look in the glass and I don't see a face,
Just a ghost of a man who was lost in the chase.
Transformation is peak—I’m a manic, a mess,
With the weight of the world in a floral address.
(Verse 3)
You were the bullion, the 24k,
Now I’m a scavenger, lost in the grey.
I set out to find you, to bring you back home,
But I ended up building a tomb in the loam.
My mission was love, but the fallout was grim,
Now I’m sinking in water but forced to go swim.
The search for your spirit? It ended my life,
Now the memory of you is a jagged-edge knife.
(Outro)
(Beat cuts to just a pulsing sub-bass)
Yeah.
Still writing.
The ink never dries when the heart’s this cold.
Is it a letter? Or is it a sentence?
(Whisper: Endless...)
(Sound of paper tearing)

(Tempo: 142 BPM | Dark, Melodic Drill)

For the "Deep" feel, the lyrics use words like Scavenger, Bullion, Manic, and D