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Lyrics
[Intro]
Cold sweat
Room tilt
Heart slam
White milk
Face numb
Skin itch
Red line
Flick switch
[Verse 1]
Bed rail, knuckles pale, I ain't movin' but I'm shakin'
Blood boil in a body that ain't listen when I'm sayin'
"Chill" — pressure in my neck like it's hands that are chokin'
Veins drum in my temple, every throb like it's broken
Half man, half wire where the scarline start
Brain screaming at a body that don't answer the alarms
Legs quiet like a graveyard, but my chest gone riot
Needles in my scalp, can’t breathe, stay silent
Trigger in the dark, could be bag, could be bladder
Could be skin rolled wrong, little kink, big disaster
Doc said, "Call quick, this can kill if you freeze"
But my phone on the shelf, and my breath on its knees
[Chorus]
Autonomic dysreflexia
Red line rising up my spine
Can't feel the fire but it's burning me alive
I’m trapped inside the siren of my own design
Autonomic dysreflexia
My heart run races I can’t drive
If I black out now, do I wake or do I dive?
Body hit the gas while my hands stay tied
[Verse 2]
Lights smear, walls bend, vision start to wobble
Hear my pulse in my jaw, every thump like a throttle
Pressure cuff on the arm, numbers climb like a demon
One-fifty, one-sixty — yo this ain't even
Nurse on the speaker talkin' calm, "Check your skin"
"I'm alone in this room, can't just get up and look in"
So I scan every nerve that I lost long ago
Is it chair? Is it kink? Is it bladder overflow?
Sweat drip down my cheek, but my legs stay ice
Heaven in my upper half, lower half roll dice
I bite down panic till I taste straight rust
Every second that I stall, could be dust, could be dust
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] I hear the beeps talk back, like, "You might not see mornin'"
[growled ad-libs] (wake up) (stay up) (don't slip)
If my chest caves in, if my brain stop stormin'
Will they write "complication" on the page, that's it?
[spoken] Nah…
[verse-tone] I'm the glitch in the system they don't teach in the book
Spine cut in the middle but I'm still not shook
I’m the rage in the chair, I'm the static in the plan
I'm the warning they ignore till I crash, understand?
[Chorus]
Autonomic dysreflexia
Red line rising up my spine
Can't feel the fire but it's burning me alive
I’m trapped inside the siren of my own design
Autonomic dysreflexia
My heart run races I can’t drive
If I black out now, do I wake or do I dive?
Body hit the gas while my hands stay tied
[Outro]
[whispered vocals] Red line
Neck tight
Dark room
Faint light
If I fade
Hold tight
If I live
I write
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration3:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid emo-trap with male vocals over warped psychedelic synths, detuned bells, and crushing 808s; drums slam with halftime bounce that morphs into double-time rage in the hook. Verses are tight, detailed, and breathy over a brooding pad; chorus explodes with distorted screams, layered octaves, and clipped ad-libs. Guitars tear in on the back half with palm-muted chugs and feedback swells, bass hitting like a panic attack in the chest. Mix keeps the vocal raw, upfront, and a little overdriven for that confessional, hardcore edge., experimental, hardcore, beats, emo, hip hop, metal
Credits
Prompt bymightybdaquad38
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Male with a spinal cord injury describing Autonomic Dysreflexia episode, rap, hip hop, beats, emo rap, dark trap, 808’s heavy, psychedelic, heavy bass, rage rap, experimental, hardcore, metal
