Prompt / Lyrics
**[Intro – low whispered, pitched down]** Yeah… reset… reset… Pain canceled… twice… Third time’s the curse, BLAOW!! Goose back from the dirt, BOW **[Chorus]** It’s the third comin’ of Goose, this that CRYPTIC SEASON No more tears in the booth, just heaters screamin’ Reset twice, you forgot how to love correctly Now it’s only rage pixels, heart on 808 ecstasy CRYPTIC! BOW! CRYPTIC! BOW! Whole soul blacked out, still glow like a demon This that third comin’ energy — CRYPTIC SEASON **[Verse 1]** I died in slow motion, twice, screen glitched to nothin’ First time was love, second time was trust, both disgusting Now the third avatar loaded, no HUD, no discussion Chrome halo inverted, middle finger to the sun, bitch I’m eruptin’ Used to bleed for the clout, now I bleed motor oil Heart chamber empty, only echoes and recoil They said “heal” I said “nah”, turned the wound to a spoiler Now every bar hydraulic, press play — feel the spoiler You pray for peace, I pray for smoke and black Maybach speakers Devil on my left sayin’ “run it back”, I’m the reaper’s reaper Forgot how to cry so the rage came automatic Every tear I didn’t shed turned to bullets in the attic **[Chorus]** It’s the third comin’ of Goose, this that CRYPTIC SEASON No more tears in the booth, just heaters screamin’ Reset twice, you forgot how to love correctly Now it’s only rage pixels, heart on 808 ecstasy CRYPTIC! BOW! CRYPTIC! BOW! Whole soul blacked out, still glow like a demon This that third comin’ energy — CRYPTIC SEASON **[Verse 2]** Mask off, skin off, feelings long decomposed What’s a broken heart when the whole chest been hosed? I don’t want revenge, I want the algorithm to choke Every “u good?” text get archived in smoke Rage so pure it got its own element table Goose atomic number 666, unstable, unable To feel anything softer than a coffin nail So I just keep snappin’ necks in 16-bar detail They want the old me back — he on a milk carton missing New me baptized in gasoline, lighter flicks, no permission This ain’t therapy rap, this exorcism with percussion Every kick drum a guillotine, every hi-hat a judgement **[Bridge – pitched-up frantic preacher sample layered]** And lo, in the third rising, pain was cast out! Love became contraband, mercy got locked out! The meek shall not inherit — the RAGERS take the crown! CRYPTIC SEASON MOTHERFUCKER — BOW DOWN! **[Final Chorus – double-time rage delivery]** Third comin’ of Goose — CRYPTIC SEASON No love, no peace, just permanent treason Reset twice, feelings on deletion Now it’s only red eyes and bassline heathens CRYPTIC! BOW! (skrrt) CRYPTIC! BOW! (grrah) Soul black tar, still shinin’ like a lesion Welcome to forever — this that CRYPTIC SEASON **[Outro – slowing down, reverbed gun cock]** Yeah… third time… Ain’t no comin’ back from this one… Goose. CRYPTIC. BOW. *[Fade to distortion]*
Tags
Old School, Dark Rage, Trap, Bass Heavy, Cryptic, Minimal, Aggressive, 808-Driven, Demonic, Reset Vibe
Duration
3:21
Instrumental
No
Created
2/27/2026