Cut Scene

[Verse 1]
You thought I was dead
That was just a cut scene
Paused on a bad frame
You never saw what blood means
Mask on my face
Filters over these sins
You scrolled past the wreckage
Skipped the footage, let it spin
You love the highlight reel
You mute the crisis
You like your monsters cute
You never read my vices
I’ve been talking to the floor
More than talking to my friends
Staring at the cracks
Tracing everywhere I’ve bled
[Pre-Chorus]
All this gloss over rot
You keep sharing what I’m not
Every secret in my skin
Hear the hinges as they lock in
[Chorus]
You thought I was dead, that was a cut scene
Didn’t want you to see the real thing
All behind the scene, I’ve been breaking, I’ve been breaking
Watch out now, the trap closing in
Every lie you fed, I’m exposing it
I’m the glitch in the script you’ve been faking, you’ve been faking
[Verse 2]
Black bags under my eyes
Stuffed full of old fights
I’ve been sleeping with my anger
Like it’s holding me at knife point
You only text when I’m “fine”
When I’m funny, when I’m clean
Where were you when I was screaming
Into pillows just to breathe
I kept the razor thoughts
Wrapped in pretty little jokes
You laughed, I died
In between each choke
You call it drama
I call it my pulse
You changed the channel
While I flatlined in the vault
[Pre-Chorus]
All this gloss over rot
You keep sharing what I’m not
Every secret in my skin
Hear the hinges as they lock in
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
You like my breakdowns
Only when they’re trending
You like my tears
Only when they’re bending
Into something you can post
Something you can spin
But this time I write the end
And the credits cave in
[half-screamed]
If I’m the villain in your feed
Then watch me feast on every scene
You built the cage, you called it “care”
Now hear it snap around your fear
[Chorus]

rap, Dark cinematic rap-rock hybrid, male vocals. Quiet, tense guitar picking under the verse with sub-heavy bass and sparse trap hats. Pre-chorus brings in distorted power chords and rising synths, then the chorus explodes with shouted gang vocals, layered screams, and half-time drums. Bridge drops to almost spoken word over distant choirs, then final chorus hits hardest with extra octave guitars and slammed parallel compression on the vocal.