**(Intro - distorted synth pad, lo-fi drum loop, a distant, muffled vocal sample)**
**(Verse 1)**
Motivation? Fucking gone. Peace? A goddamn lie. *(pathetic)*
Stuck in this hellhole, but outside's dragging me to die. *(can't escape)*
Conscience? That bastard voice? My own fucking downfall. *(you did this)*
Took forever to realize I'm trapped in my own skull. *(prison)*
Wings? Yeah right, torn to shreds before I tried. *(broken)*
Days bleeding out while I watched them fucking die. *(wasted life)*
Thoughts? Mine ain't normal, they stab and they creep. *(kill yourself)*
Vicious fucking vultures, circling way too deep. *(feast on you)*
**(Chorus)**
Voices inside? Who gets it? Who knows the score?
Why my own mind? Breakin' me down to the floor?
"Worthless," they spit, "jump in the pit, you ain't shit"
"Deep down you know it," the truth, cold ain't it?
Anyone out there? Hearin' this inner war?
Why I'm ripped apart? Down to my core?
**(Verse 2)**
"Fuck your designer shit, your whole life's a joke." *(fake ass)*
"Trash is where you belong," as my spirit's broke. *(garbage)*
"All you'll ever be," the venom loops again. *(worthless)*
"Nobody gives a shit," drilling through my brain. *(invisible)*
Love? Bullshit. Everyone walks, pattern's crystal clear. *(abandoned)*
"Friends" just tolerate your pathetic existence here. *(burden)*
Drowning in quicksand thoughts, no fucking rope. *(sink faster)*
Baggage too damn heavy, beyond any hope. *(give up already)*
**(New Verse 3 - Self-Reference)**
Different day, same fucking record spinning 'round. *(heard it all)*
My throat raw from screaming these demons out loud. *(nothing changed)*
How many times can I spit the same damn pain? *(broken record)*
Different beat, same words etched into my brain. *(stuck on repeat)*
My discography of darkness keeps expanding. *(collector's edition)*
Volume two, three, four—lost count of my ranting. *(greatest hits)*
Been here before, this track ain't nothing new. *(skip button)*
Same fucking nightmare just with different view. *(same ending)*
**(Hook)**
Thoughts like fucking daggers, slicing through the night. *(bleed out)*
Malice in every whisper, hiding from the light. *(stay in darkness)*
Who gets this sick, twisted fucking monologue? *(you're alone)*
Why my own head's my worst goddamn enemy? *(deserve it)*
**(New Verse 4 - Self-Reference)**
My mental mixtape stuck on the same damn track. *(play it again)*
Spitting verses of self-hate, no turning back. *(one-hit wonder)*
Been writing these thoughts for years, throat scraped raw. *(encore)*
Different words, same wounds, same internal war. *(old scars)*
The audience knows the hook before I speak. *(predictable)*
This song's been on repeat for fucking weeks. *(years, decades)*
New rhymes, old feelings, repackaged despair. *(remastered)*
Broken record player that nobody repairs. *(obsolete)*
**(Chorus)**
**(Verse 1 as Outro)**