**(Record Scratch, followed by a raw, distorted beat)**
**Internal Monologue (Eminem-esque rapid fire, laced with dark humor and paranoia):**
Yo, lemme paint you a picture, the canvas of my damn skull
OCD's a landlord, and my sanity's the rent, it's null!
Gotta check the damn stove, did I leave the gas on blast?
Nah, probably checked it fifteen times, my future lookin' past
This twitch in my eye, this itch in my brain, it ain't no tic
It's the damn conductor of this psychoanalytic flick!
Numbers screamin' like banshees, odd's a goddamn curse
Gotta tap the table eight times, 'til the universe disperses
This creeping damn dread, this mental damn disease
Tryna live a normal life? Please! The wind brings me to my knees!
Germs are the enemy, invisible, they plot my damn demise
So I'm scrubbin' my damn hands raw, starin' with hollow eyes!
This ain't no quirky habit, no cute little damn routine
This is the straightjacket of my thoughts, a goddamn guillotine!
**External Voice (Sarcastic, laced with anger and frustration):**
Yeah, doc says "Relax, it's all in your head, you spaz!"
Like I ain't figured that out, genius, you think I'm wearin' a damn fez?
They see the rituals, the lock-checkin' marathon
But they don't feel the damn demons that rise with every dawn!
Tryna explain the damn terror, the panic in my gut
They just pat my damn shoulder, tellin' me to "just cut... the crap!"
"Why you washin' your hands again? You just did that, you freak!"
Trapped in this damn echo chamber, can't even damn speak!
This ain't for attention, ain't tryna be damn dramatic
This is my goddamn reality, tragically erratic!
**(Bridge: Internal Monologue - Whispered, frantic, building intensity):**
The "what ifs" are stalkin', lurkin' in the damn shade
Did I hit someone with the car? A memory starts to fade!
Gotta replay the goddamn drive, the turns, the every damn bump
'Til the guilt and the damn fear don't leave me in a slump!
The urge is a damn viper, constrictin' my damn chest
Gotta make it feel *perfect*, gotta put my soul to the test!
**(Bridge: External Voice - Voice cracking with pain, defiant edge):**
So go ahead and stare, whisper behind your damn hand
You ain't lived a single second in this godforsaken land!
This ain't a goddamn choice, ain't no damn trend I follow
This is the damn monster that makes my damn spirit hollow!
**(Outro: Both Voices Overlapping, fading into a chaotic, distorted mess):**
**Internal:** Check it... gotta clean it... gotta fix it right... gotta be sure as hell... gotta do it again... gotta fight the urge... gotta break... gotta try harder... gotta the damn fear... gotta the damn hide... gotta the damn fail...
**External:** Just try to damn listen... just try to have some damn heart... just try to see the damn darkness... just try to give me damn space... just try to hear the damn scream... just try to set me damn free... just try... just try... just try... just damn try... (Beat fades out with a final, distorted echo).
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