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**[Intro]**
[Starts with the sound of a doctor's pen scratching on paper. A slow, dissonant bassline enters. The sound of a clock ticking loudly, then a sudden stop.]

**[Verse 1]**
She’s staring at the MRI scan, looking for a glitch
A biological error in the way that I think
She calls it a symptom, a chemical defect
A disconnect from the reality that she accepts
She wants to patch up the wires, dampen the spark
Turn off the static that’s keeping me in the dark
She’s a fool with a clipboard, a believer in the flat
While the universe is screaming and I’m the only one trapped.

**[Chorus]**
I’m choosing between the silence of the void or the noise of the universe
She wants to silence the prophets to cure me of my curse
If I take the pill, the voices go quiet, the visions cease
But then I’m alone in a room full of peace
I’m fueding with the supernatural and its not working in my favor
She can have her sanity, I’ll keep the madness to savor
Because when the demons stop whispering, I’m left with the stone
And the prophecy says I will die if I’m ever left alone.

**[Verse 2]**
They warned me about the car, they told me to turn left
They showed me the fractures before I met my debt
These visions are the sentinels, the scouts on the wall
Keeping the wolves from the door, keeping the future from fall
But she calls them hallucinations, a symptom of the disease
A glitch in the operating system that she wants to appease
She thinks she’s curing me, but she’s killing the guard
The only thing standing between me and the void is the yard.

**[Bridge]**
[Chaotic, fast-paced Mathcore riffing. High-pitched, distorted vocals.]
The prophecy is a loop! The call is a warning!
She wants to lobotomize the horizon!
If I’m sane, I’m a ghost. If I’m mad, I’m a god.
I’d rather be haunted by the things that I saw
Than be ghosted by the things that I know!
The silence is heavy! The silence is low!
She’s the architect of the blur!
I’m the prophet of the war!
**[Drum fill - frantic blast beats]**
**[Drop-out]**
Silence...

**[Chorus]**
I’m choosing between the silence of the void or the noise of the universe
She wants to silence the prophets to cure me of my curse
If I take the pill, the voices go quiet, the visions cease
But then I’m alone in a room full of peace
I’m fueding with the supernatural and its not working in my favor
She can have her sanity, I’ll keep the madness to savor
Because when the demons stop whispering, I’m left with the stone
And the prophecy says I will die if I’m ever left alone.

**[Outro]**
[Slow, atmospheric, Melodic Math Rock.]
She calls it a disease. I call it a gift.
She wants to bury the thoughts that I sift.
I’ll keep the schizophrenia. I’ll keep the pain.
At least the voices know my name.
They told me today that the end is near.
But I don't have to face it alone.
I have the noise.
I have the noise.
I have the noise...

Female, Mathcore, IDM, Breakcore, Glitch Sitar, Saxophone, Turntables, Math Rock Guitars. Psychedelic, Dissonant, yacht