Games you play

**[Intro – Spoken, pitched-down and distorted, over swelling pads and a single distant 808 heartbeat]**

Yeah... now you're upset...

It's your game... I just played it...

Look on your face...

**[Verse 1 – Slow, deliberate choppy flow – stretch every multisyllabic line, lots of space, half-sung/half-rapped with raw emotion]**

Now you're upset... it's your game... and I just played it...

Look on your face... lets me know... that you hate it...

When I treat you... the way... you treat me...

It's just fucking insane... you can't handle... what you dish out...

Lame as fuck... double standards... runnin' through your veins...

You throw the pain... I send it back... no fuckin' games...

Mirror shows the decay... you flip... when it hits your face...

Black heart exposed... in this slow motion haze...

**[Chorus – Dramatic, layered vocals – first line sung melodic and haunting, then building to aggressive trap rap with ad-libs]**

It's just... fuckin' insane... (insane...)

You can't handle... what you dish out... lame...

I'm on my way... anyways... no more chains...

Hurry through the hurt... but I can't change...

Can't change... the way you think... bitch...

Mirror to your face... feel the sting... switch...

You hate it... when I flip the script...

Now you're losin' it... eat your own shit... (yeah...)

**[Verse 2 – Even slower, horrorcore vibe – deeper voice, more breathing room, let the 808s dominate]**

I'm on my way... boots stompin'... through the pourin' rain...

Steel toe stride... crushin' every... bit of fake...

You needed space... now the silence... is your cage...

Distant texts... no rides... exhaustion on your stage...

I see the game... manipulation... in slow dance...

Black-and-white... BPD brain... lost in the trance...

You dish the cold... I serve it back... enhanced...

Trauma to the dome... risin' slow... from the ash...

Can't change your thinkin'... programmed... to deflect...

Project your demons... shocked... when I reflect...

I'm the freak awakenin'... no more puppet neck...

Veins of rust... pumpin' out... this dark grunge threat...

Hurts... but I'm movin'... trailer dust... in the rearview...

Mushroom dreams... growin' where... the pain once grew...

You can't handle... karma... when it's aimed at you...

Bitch... the cycle's broken... this my debut...

**[Bridg