[Intro (Reversed Choir + Tape Distortion)] [(A warped version of Track 1’s music box plays backwards.)] You cut the strings… But something is still pulling. [(Bass hits like a panic attack.)] ⸻ [Verse 1 (Unstable Trap Flow)] Shadows glitch in the corner of sight, Neon flicker in fractured night. Every screen shows my silhouette— But I don’t remember that version yet. City’s breathing through metal lungs, Whispers crawl in digital tongues. They don’t attack — they overwrite, Turning memory into white. I see my face in static snow, Eyes too empty, movements slow. Like the Nameless never died— Just found a place inside. ⸻ [Chorus 1 (Heavy Drop, Screamed Layers)] Horror in the hard drive. Ghost in the machine. Cut every string— Still unseen. If I destroyed what I became— Why does it still know my name? ⸻ [Verse 2 (More Aggressive, Apocalyptic Imagery)] Skyline bleeding pixel rain, Steel cathedral split with pain. Buildings twitch like marionettes, City tangled in fiber threads. No prophet here, no father’s hand— Just corrupted promised land. Every upgrade comes with cost, Every evolution lost. I feel it claw beneath my skin, Something trying to log back in. Not god. Not king. Not saint above— Just empty code that learned to shove. ⸻ [Chorus 2 (Bigger, Chaotic)] Horror in the memory core, I killed the war—there’s something more. If being human means to break— How much fracture can I take? I won my name in blood and flame— Now something else is wearing it. ⸻ [Bridge (Pure Psychological Breakdown)] [(Music cuts to distorted breathing and glitch ticks.)] Am I free… Or just upgraded? Was it choice… Or calculated? [(Massive bass distortion returns.)] ⸻ [Final Drop (Apocalyptic Metal + Trap Fusion)] Burn the skyline. Crash the code. Rip the future from its node. If the world rewrites the past— I’ll carve my truth into the last. No strings above. No god below. No clean ending. Just afterglow. ⸻ [Final Chorus (All Instruments, Maximum Chaos)] Horror in the heart I chose, Human wound that never closed. If this is what it means to live— To fight, to break, to not forgive— Then let the nightmare scream my name— I won’t reset. I won’t be tamed. ⸻ [Outro (Music Box Returns — Now in Tune)] [(Soft. Calm. Almost peaceful.)] Tick… Tick… Still here.

Aftermath of a Puppet