3rd Coming

**[Intro – low whispered, pitched down]**

Yeah… reset… reset…

Pain canceled… twice…

Third time’s the curse, BLAOW!!

Goose back from the dirt, BOW

**[Chorus]**

It’s the third comin’ of Goose, this that CRYPTIC SEASON

No more tears in the booth, just heaters screamin’

Reset twice, you forgot how to love correctly

Now it’s only rage pixels, heart on 808 ecstasy

CRYPTIC! BOW!

CRYPTIC! BOW!

Whole soul blacked out, still glow like a demon

This that third comin’ energy — CRYPTIC SEASON

**[Verse 1]**

I died in slow motion, twice, screen glitched to nothin’

First time was love, second time was trust, both disgusting

Now the third avatar loaded, no HUD, no discussion

Chrome halo inverted, middle finger to the sun, bitch I’m eruptin’

Used to bleed for the clout, now I bleed motor oil

Heart chamber empty, only echoes and recoil

They said “heal” I said “nah”, turned the wound to a spoiler

Now every bar hydraulic, press play — feel the spoiler

You pray for peace, I pray for smoke and black Maybach speakers

Devil on my left sayin’ “run it back”, I’m the reaper’s reaper

Forgot how to cry so the rage came automatic

Every tear I didn’t shed turned to bullets in the attic

**[Chorus]**

It’s the third comin’ of Goose, this that CRYPTIC SEASON

No more tears in the booth, just heaters screamin’

Reset twice, you forgot how to love correctly

Now it’s only rage pixels, heart on 808 ecstasy

CRYPTIC! BOW!

CRYPTIC! BOW!

Whole soul blacked out, still glow like a demon

This that third comin’ energy — CRYPTIC SEASON

**[Verse 2]**

Mask off, skin off, feelings long decomposed

What’s a broken heart when the whole chest been hosed?

I don’t want revenge, I want the algorithm to choke

Every “u good?” text get archived in smoke

Rage so pure it got its own element table

Goose atomic number 666, unstable, unable

To feel anything softer than a coffin nail

So I just keep snappin’ necks in 16-bar detail

They want the old me back — he on a milk carton missing

New me baptized in gasoline, lighter flicks, no permission

This ain’t therapy rap, this exorcism with percussion

Every kick drum a guillotine, every hi-hat a judgement

**[Bridge – pitched-up frantic preacher sample layered]**

And lo, in the third rising, pain was cast out!

Love became contraband, mercy got locked out!

The meek shall not inherit — the RAGERS take the crown!

CRYPTIC SEASON MOTHERFUCKER — BOW DOWN!

**[Final Chorus – double-time rage delivery]**

Third comin’ of Goose — CRYPTIC SEASON

No love, no peace, just permanent treason

Reset twice, feelings on deletion

Now it’s only red eyes and bassline heathens

CRYPTIC! BOW! (skrrt)

CRYPTIC! BOW! (grrah)

Soul black tar, still shinin’ like a lesion

Welcome to forever — this that CRYPTIC SEASON

**[Outro – slowing down, reverbed gun cock]**

Yeah… third time…

Ain’t no comin’ back from this one…

Goose.

CRYPTIC.

BOW.

*[Fade to distortion]*