

Prompt / Lyrics
[INTRO – STATIC RECORDING] [Low-frequency hum. Damaged cassette flutter. Signal drops.] [Unknown Voice (filtered, distant)] —can you hear that? —it’s not stopping— [hard cut / static spike] They told me it was just stress. ⸻ [Intro – Scrim] Ceiling hang low like it’s pressing on my spine (spine) Smoke in my chest, every breath feel like time (time) Static in my skull, can’t tell truth from a lie Load another thought, let it rot, let it fly ⸻ [Verse 1 – Scrim] Raised on the wrong side of mercy and meds Learned how to smile while I’m counting the dead Every conversation feel scripted and fake I don’t shake hands, I just tighten the blade Blood in the ink, not the streets, that’s the trick I kill with a phrase, let it linger and stick Mama said heaven, I said “not for me” God only answer when the silence is free (yuh) Been numb since a kid, still flinch at the sound Every good thing gotta die when it’s found Talk to my shadow like it know me by name It said, “You don’t change,” I said, “That’s the game.” ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Verse 2 – Ruby Da Cherry] Mind stay cracked, every thought malformed Laugh through the panic like it keeps me warm I don’t forget shit, I archive the pain Every scar a timestamp, every breath a stain I’m the error message flashing too late Laugh at the fire while I feed it my fate Tried to hang hope, rope frayed in my hands Guess I’m still useful to whatever’s damned Eyes stay red, jaw wired shut Spit acid truth every time I erupt Don’t wanna heal, don’t wanna be whole Just wanna watch it all collapse real slow Say my name wrong, get erased from time I turn grudges into myths and signs I don’t fight fair, I fight like I’m trapped Like death in the room and I’m stating the facts ⸻ [instrumental rewind] ⸻ [Bridge – Scrim] Still hear sirens when it’s dead quiet Still feel empty when they clap and buy it Fame don’t care, it just borrows your face Leaves you hollow, bent, outta place ⸻ [Outro – Ruby] Carve my breath into asphalt veins If they sink me deep, I’ll rise through the stain No moral arc, no lesson to sell Just two damaged signals ringing from hell
Tags
rap, Memphis horrorcore with aggressive male vocals, slow swinging tempo. Hollow 808s and skittering hi-hats
2:04
No
1/13/2026