Umbilical Cord

​[Intro: Sound of a heart monitor beeping, fading into heavy industrial static]
[Vocal: Dark, distorted whisper, high-pass filter]
"They say a mother's love is unconditional..."
Ha ha ha ha.
"But you always had a price tag on yours, didn't you?"
​[Verse 1: Aggressive Trap Flow, Heavy sub-bass, metallic percussion]
The womb was a cage, and the house was a cell
You raised me in heaven just to drag me through hell.
Every word was a weapon, every look was a blade
I’m the monster you molded, the debt never paid.
You played the martyr while you twisted the knife
A professional victim for the rest of your life.
You didn't want a son, you wanted a ghost
Someone to burn while you acted the host.
​[Pre-Chorus: Rising tension, accelerating hi-hats, white noise sweep]
I’m done playing roles in your twisted parade
I’m stepping out of the shadow you made.
The guilt doesn't work, the tears are all dry
I'm watching the "perfect" family die.
​[Chorus: Explosive Industrial Trap, distorted 808s, wide stereo grit]
Cut the cord, I’m finally free
You never saw the man, you only saw "me."
The poison you fed me is turning to gold
I’m breaking the chain and I’m breaking the mold.
Yeah, you’re just a stranger with my DNA
I’m cutting the cord and I’m walking away.
(Ad-lib: No more guilt!)
​[Verse 2: Faster, more aggressive delivery, industrial mechanical clanks]
You gaslight the truth 'til the truth starts to burn
But I’m the one lesson you’re never gonna learn.
Check the receipts, check the scars on my back
I’m the casualty of your internal attack.
You love the attention, you crave the applause
But I’m the effect and you are the cause.
Go tell your friends how I’m "cruel" and I’m "cold"
Tell 'em the lies that you’ve always told.
​[Bridge: Music stops, only a dark, pulsing synth remains]
[Vocal: Dry, intimate, lethal delivery]
You told me I’d be nothing without you.
Look at me now.
I’m everything... because I left you.
[Sound: Heavy iron door slamming shut, massive reverb]
​[Final Chorus: Maximum Volume, peak distortion, crashing cymbals]
Cut the cord, I’m finally free
You never saw the man, you only saw "me."
The poison you fed me is turning to gold
I’m breaking the chain and I’m breaking the mold.
Yeah, you’re just a stranger with my DNA
I’m cutting the cord and I’m walking away.
​[Outro: Slowed + Reverb, bit-crushed signal]
The debt is settled.
The cord is cut.
Don't look for me in the wreckage.
[Sound: Heart monitor flatlines into a long, electronic hum]
[End]

Dark Industrial Trap, Phonk, Aggressive Male Rap, Heavy Distorted 808, Vengeful, Gritty, Cinematic Noir, 140BPM, Cold