Dead Link In My Head

[Verse 1]
In my brain some wire misthreaded
Laugh at the mirror like, "Who this guest is?"
Old me packed up, left no message
Ghosted myself, yeah, that’s impressive
Coffee with the panic in the morning
Joke about it, say I’m "transforming"
Friends like, "You okay?" I’m performing
Smile on stage, backstage storming
[Chorus]
In my brain, some nerve disconnected
Never feel the same, old me exits
R.I.P. that kid, yeah, he checked in, then he left quick
New me weird, dark, kinda hectic (ha!)
Say I’m fine, that’s the best bit
In my brain, some nerve disconnected
Old me is dead and I guess I just… accept it (kinda)
[Verse 2]
Therapist asking, "How you been?"
I say, "Comedy special, where we begin?"
Turn my breakdown to a bit, I grin
Laugh so hard till my teeth give in
Scroll my past like, "Who wrote this script?"
Plot hole life with a plot twist glitch
Crying at memes, then I flip that switch
If I’m the joke, at least I’m rich… in issues (hey!)
[Chorus]
In my brain, some nerve disconnected
Never feel the same, old me exits
R.I.P. that kid, yeah, he checked in, then he left quick
New me weird, dark, kinda hectic
Say I’m fine, that’s the best bit
In my brain, some nerve disconnected
Old me is dead and I guess I just… accept it
[Bridge]
Pour one out for the version of me
That slept eight hours and ate veggies
Now I talk to the ceiling like it’s besties
Tell my shadow, "Bro, you get me?" (you get me?)
If I’m broken, I’m broken in style
Crooked crown, crooked laugh, crooked smile
World gone mad, I’ve been gone a while
But I still walk it off like it’s just my… vibe
[Chorus]
In my brain, some nerve disconnected
Never feel the same, old me exits
R.I.P. that kid, yeah, he checked in, then he left quick
New me weird, dark, kinda hectic (so hectic)
Say I’m fine, that’s the best bit
In my brain, some nerve disconnected
Old me is dead… but the jokes stay resurrected (hah)

rap, Dark, off-kilter piano rap beat with gritty swung drums and woozy bass. Male vocals, half-muttered verses that lurch between comedy and dread; hook gets bigger with stacked, slightly out-of-tune harmonies. Occasional cartoonish FX stabs accent punchlines, then drop out for stark spoken asides. Master with a close, in-your-ear vocal presence.