Round and Round

[Verse 1]
I dissect the defective directives, connectin’ the wreckage in sections,
Checkin’ the metrics of hectic aesthetics, perplexed by the endless reflections,
Detectin’ the patterns, but static keeps shatterin’ every collective perception,
I balance equations with madness, the sum of my thoughts is a deadly inception.
Life is a labyrinth, logic gets rattled, I battle with paradox ghosts,
Trapped in the chasm of rational fractures, unravelin’ fallacies’ throats,
Data gets scrambled, the meaning dismantled, the fabric of facts decomposed,
I write with a scalpel, dissecting the random, a surgeon that slaughters the prose.
[Pre-Chorus]
Tickin’ and tockin’, it don’t make sense,
Rules keep changin’, the cracks extend,
Flip it, twist it, break then bend—
No one wins, so let’s pretend…
[Chorus]
Round and round and round we go,
Tryna find sense in a world that don’t,
Numbers don’t add and the rules don’t show,
So I just laugh while I watch it explode.
[Verse 2]
I see through the fissures, I listen to whispers encrypted in infinite codes,
I scribble the wisdom of cynics and mystics, then rip it to bits with a critical mode,
Syllables riddle the cynical system, I’m breakin’ the prison of scripted controls,
Lyrical riddler, a mental elixir, I liquify limits and slip through the holes.
I’m chokin’ on axioms, gaspin’ for answers, but every equation’s a lie,
Truth is a phantom, a vapor that vanishes, dancin’ then kissin’ goodbye,
I measure the cosmos with infinite digits, but meaning’s a blink in the eye,
I stare in the void, it don’t even blink—guess I’m the one losin’ my mind.
[Pre-Chorus]
Tickin’ and tockin’, it don’t make sense,
Rules keep changin’, the cracks extend,
Flip it, twist it, break then bend—
No one wins, so let’s pretend…
[Chorus]
Round and round and round we go,
Tryna find sense in a world that don’t,
Numbers don’t add and the rules don’t show,
So I just laugh while I watch it explode.
[Bridge]
I crack every code, then they alter the script,
I follow the trail, then it ceases to exist,
I sharpen my mind ‘til it cuts through the mist,
But clarity fades like a flickering glitch.
[Outro]
Spin it, flip it, break it, burn—
No one learns, tables turn,
Sense is fake, let chaos churn,
The world don’t work? Then watch it burn.

Mesmerizing soundscapes, hypnotic rhythm, deep bass, hip hop, rapid vocals, clear male vocals, strings, cello