(Intro)
(Mumbled, melodic, heavy auto-tune)
Yeah... Battle Creek cold tonight...
Inventory full, but the soul is empty...
I gotta go... I gotta reset...
(Chorus)
She says I’m unreadable, looking at my face
But I’m just glitching out, stuck in this place
3:45 AM, the bus is pulling up
I got poison in the bag, but I’m putting down the cup
Yeah, I’m unreadable, static in my mind
Heading back to NC, leaving you behind
Not because I want to, but 'cause I gotta live
I’m running on low HP, I got nothing left to give.
(Verse 1)
One-fifty-one in the pocket, now it’s eighty-four
Walking to Evergreen, staring at the floor
Got the chest pains kicking, feeling like a heart attack
System failure imminent, looking for the artifacts
I told Lauren "Wait for me," she don’t know the half
I’m fighting demons in the dark, trying to find a path
The snow is falling heavy, burying the past
I promise when I come back, I’m gonna make it last.
(Bridge)
(Voice gets higher, more strained/emotional)
I’m hitting reset...
I’m hitting reset...
Flush the toxins out, I ain’t finished yet...
I ain’t finished yet...
(Chorus)
She says I’m unreadable, looking at my face
But I’m just glitching out, stuck in this place
3:45 AM, the bus is pulling up
I got poison in the bag, but I’m putting down the cup.
(Outro)
I’m readable now... just watch me...
Tactical withdrawal...
Coming back stronger...
Wait for me.Verse 2: The Merchant & The Medic
(Flow: Fast, rhythmic, then slows down and gets "slurred" on the health lines)
Packaged the pressure, twenty-two for the eighth
Turn a small stack into a home, it’s a leap of faith
Inventory full of greenery, but my lungs are black
Got the chest pains tightening, feel the spine crack
Is it the anxiety or is the engine failing?
Walking through the cold while the wind is wailing
Seventy-one on the receipt, eighty in the bank
I’m a high-level sorcerer with an empty tank
But the family is waiting at the end of the line
They’re the only ones who can help me fix the design
Pay 'em all back, brick by brick, cent by cent
Until I’m standing tall, no longer living in a tent.
The Breakdown (Spoken Word/Melodic)
(Beat drops out, just the guitar riff playing)
I tried Turo, but the funds were insufficient.
System rejected the transaction.
Had to take the ground route.
Greyhound or the Amtrak, it don't matter—
As long as it gets me away from the static.
I’m sorry, Lauren.
I’m unreadable because the code is corrupted.
But I’m going back to the source.
I’m going back to the roots.Outro: The North Carolina Protocol
(Heavy reverb, voice trailing off)
Resetting...
1%... 2%...
Check the vitals at the station.
Don't let 'em see the product.
Don't let 'em see the pain.
Survival statistics say I shouldn't make it...
But they don't know the Sorcerer.
They don't know the Ghostly.
3:45... I’m out.
FriedGhostly