BEGINNING — ORIGIN (Broken / Cold / Haunted) HOOK (DARK INTRO — EMPTY, ECHOED) Absent father left a hole in my chest, She gave me breath, grandma did the rest, Born in the dark, no map, just stress, Learned pain early, yeah it sat in my flesh. VERSE 1 (UK Drill — ORIGIN STORY) One night stand child, unplanned existence, First lesson I learned was abandonment’s distance, Womb donor vanished, no warmth, no resistance, Love felt foreign, just survival instincts, Father was a rumour, ghost in my veins, I chased his shadow just to understand pain, Teenage years angry, heart locked in chains, I thought rage was strength, thought violence was change, Grandma prayed loud when my thoughts went mute, Held my face, said “God still got use for you”, But I ain’t hear hope — I only heard truth: The world don’t care, so you better be brutal. MIDDLE — DESCENT (UNHINGED / PSYCHOLOGICAL / NO SAFETY NET) HOOK (DISTORTED / MANIC — FEELS POSSESSED) Teenage rage, got blood in my thoughts, Praying to God but I’m feeding the rot, Chains in my head, hear them drag when I walk, Born from a sin, yeah I hate what I’m taught, Heart stay cold, soul screaming for war, Talking to mirrors like “what you here for?” Faith on the floor, still knocking the door, I don’t want peace — I want even the score. VERSE 2 (UNHINGED DRILL — PARANOID / SELF-DESTRUCTIVE) I was arguing with silence, it talked back loud, Demons knew my name, said “you earned this now”, Every thought violent, every dream went foul, I smiled in their faces, planned storms in the clouds, Sisters need a rock but I’m sinking in mud, Holding them steady with hands full of cuts, I loved like a threat, I trusted like once, Heart stay guarded like it owe me a grudge, Forgiveness felt fake, hatred felt honest, Anger was the only thing keeping me conscious, I wanted scars visible, pain acknowledged, If hell had a voice, I swear it’d sound polished, I asked God for answers, He gave me delay, I filled the gap with resentment and rage, Started seeing my father when I looked at my face, That scared me more than the hurt or the hate. PRE-BRIDGE (HALF-SUNG / WHISPERED — MENTAL SNAP) I was losing myself trying to make them hurt, Digging my grave just to feel my worth, Every “what if” turned into a curse, I ain’t wanna die — I just wanted it worse. HOOK (REPEAT — MORE FRANTIC / CROWD-CHANT DARK) Teenage rage, got blood in my thoughts, Talking to God but I’m fed by the rot, Chains in my skull, hear them crack when I walk, Born from a sin, yeah I hate what I’m taught, Heart stay numb, soul screaming for war, Knocking on heaven, kicking hell’s door, Faith on the floor, still begging for more, I don’t want peace — I want even the score. TURNING POINT — REALISATION (Quiet / Heavy / Internal) BRIDGE (SUNG — LOW, HAUNTED) I was losing myself trying to make them pay, Digging two graves, one mine every day, Grandma said “Son, don’t let hate stay”, Pain don’t disappear — it just change shape.

Absent Father