Old World Blues

[OPENING — SLOW, TENSE]
I feel it rising before the world speaks
like a storm coiled in my chest.
Every thought I have fractures under its weight,
splintered by the insistence
of things I cannot name.
I do not need permission to breathe
but the air is full of demands.
I do not want to act
but the world expects motion.
And I am tired.

[VERSE]
Everything moves toward ruin
and I feel the pull
in my hands, my eyes, my pulse.
I do not want to participate
in cycles that have no reason,
no rhythm I can follow.
The insistence is loud.
It scratches at the edge of thought
until I taste my own fear.
I want to vanish.
I want to step out
of the current that drags me forward
toward more damage,
more insistence,
more weight.

[CHORUS]
I am done.
I will not chase it.
I will not mirror it.
I will not become the echo
of something that has already broken.

[VERSE - FASTER, MORE CHAOTIC]
It moves like fire without purpose,
like wind carving scars into the sky.
I am inside it.
I feel the rhythm in my bones
and it does not belong to me.
Every step I take
is already calculated.
Every breath I draw
is expected.
I cannot stop it.
I cannot fight it.
I can only step aside
and survive my own motion.

[CHORUS]
I refuse it.
I refuse to feed it.
I refuse to answer
to a pulse I cannot claim.
I will not add my weight
to its momentum.
I will not offer my hands
to its fire.
I will not.

[VI. BRIDGE — Breakdown, heavy]
There is a stillness inside me
that no insistence can touch.
I am aware of it,
and it is terrifying
and it is mine.
I hear the chaos moving around me,
I feel it trying to bend my rhythm,
but I will not yield.
I can feel the calm screaming
that it is possible to exist
without answering.

[VERSE]
Every choice I make
is weighed against destruction I cannot stop.
And yet, I move.
And yet, I breathe.
And yet, I resist.
There is power in refusal.
There is weight in absence.
There is freedom in not giving in.
I have watched the collapse
and it has not touched me yet.
I have felt the pull of ruin
and I have stepped aside.
I am not safe.
I am not neutral.
I am not silent.
I am alive.

[CHORUS]
I will not participate.
I will not repeat it.
I will not carry it forward.
I will exist
in the spaces between the chaos,
untouched, unclaimed, unbroken.
I am done.
I am alive.
I am here.

[OUTRO — WHISPERED OVER HEAVY RIFFS]
The pulse moves without me.
The noise continues.
The insistence persists.
But I do not.
I will not.
I am beyond it.
And I will breathe
long after it forgets I exist.

Nü-Groove-deathmetal mix. Heavy guitars, harsh and heavy vocals, some fry-vocals, male