Blackout in My Chest

[Verse 1]
Teeth on the curb of my own doubts
I keep biting on the bad days, spit ‘em out
Motherfucker, I’m a car crash, all gas
Torn jeans, split knuckles, black mask
Nails in my tongue, still I talk back
Heart in a bag by the train tracks
Every promise that you broke, that you broke
Got me laughing through the choke, through the smoke
[Chorus]
I got a blackout in my chest
Can’t feel love, just feel stress (feel stress)
If you want war, say less
I turn my pain into flesh, yeah
Scream till my throat gives out (give out)
Punch through the fear and doubt
You want the truth? I’m a mess, I confess
With a blackout in my chest
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m stitched up with my own hair
Tattooed “don’t care” over “so scared”
Kick the door till the hinges bleed
Turn every scar to a stampede
You said “calm down,” I said “too late”
Turn my rib cage into floodgates
Let the rage run red down my spine
If I break, I break by design (hey!)
[Chorus]
I got a blackout in my chest
Can’t feel love, just feel stress (so stressed)
If you want war, say less
I turn my pain into flesh, yeah
Scream till my throat gives out (give out)
Punch through the fear and doubt
You want the truth? I’m a mess, I confess
With a blackout in my chest (in my chest)

rap, Rap-punk dark trap hybrid with male vocals; blown-out 808s slam under sharp, distorted electric guitar riffs. Verses ride a halftime swing with snarling, close-mic’d vocals; chorus explodes into gang shouts and layered screams on top of a wider, reverb-soaked riff. Sparse, glitchy fills between phrases, bass drops on hook lines, and a final feedback-drenched breakdown that lets the vocal rage out front., punk, raw, emotional, beats