

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro– one kick drum every two seconds, low hum under vocals] You say you're tired? You're not tired. You’re bored. You say you’re stuck? You're not stuck. You stopped. You wanna change? Then MOVE. [Verse 1 – whispered at first, building volume] Look around. Everything you hate about your life? You allowed it. You trained yourself to sit in that chair, Scroll through regret, Eat your dreams with excuses. Now you're starving and full at the same time. That ain’t life. That’s death on layaway. [Chorus – shouted group vocals layered over 808 drop and pounding drums] GET UP! GET UP! You don’t need a reason, you need a habit. GET UP! GET UP! You don’t need motivation, you need motion. GET UP! Before comfort becomes a coffin. GET UP! Before tomorrow becomes a lie. [Verse 2 – fast, punchy delivery] You think someone’s comin’? Nobody’s comin’. Not your dad. Not your boss. Not your goddamn lucky break. The world ain’t broken. You are unfinished. And the only thing standing between you and the life you pretend to want is the lie that you “aren’t ready yet.” [Bridge – beat drops out, dry voice over breath sounds] Get up tired. Get up late. Get up broken. Get up full of hate. But GET. UP. Because the alternative is watching someone else live the life you swore you'd build. [Final Chorus – chaotic, rhythmic yelling, tribal drum energy] GET UP! GET LOUD! GET DIRTY! Change ain’t clean. It ain’t pretty. GET UP! BLEED IF YOU GOTTA! Better scars than shame! GET UP! THE WALLS DON’T MOVE—YOU DO! Climb, crawl, rip through the fear! GET. UP. NOW. Or rot exactly where you are. [Outro – whisper returns, slower heartbeat FX under it] This isn’t a song. This was your last warning. Don’t wait for pain. Don’t wait for panic. Don’t wait for “ready.” GET. UP.
Tags
Industrial Motivational Trap percussion, distorted synths, horror-film ambience, primal rhythm)
2:15
No
5/5/2025