[INTRO – FIELD RECORDING / STATIC] [Lighter spark] [Glass clink] [Someone mutters] “fuck this.” [tape clicks] ⸻ [Verse 1 – Scrim] Wake up mad I’m still fucking breathing Spit in the sink, teeth grinding demons Head full of threats I don’t say out loud Hands shake bad when the house too quiet now Piss poor morals, rich in regret I don’t give a fuck, I ain’t clean yet Blood on my knuckles, none of it mine I swing first just to feel alive Pills on the dresser like ammo laid out Mix them with liquor, blackout route Doctor say “slow down,” I laugh and nod If there’s a god, he forgot my block Everybody preach when they safe inside I learned real quick how to hate and hide Trust get you robbed, love get you killed So I keep both buried under will ⸻ [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – 8–16 BARS] [Sub shakes walls. Tape warps.] [Drums stagger, choke out.] ⸻ [Verse 2 – Ruby Da Cherry] Ruby been dead, I just puppeteer bones Marionette strings made of regrets and loans Jaw full of venom, I spit in triplets Every word sharp, leave cuts where the lip is I don’t need faith, I got bad habits Knife-edge thoughts doing backflips Brain stay loud like a gun in a room Every sentence feel like impending doom I carve my name in the back of the beat Blood type static, veins full of heat Laugh when I spiral, grin when I snap Mind like a trapdoor, no coming back ⸻ [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – HARD DROP] [Drums hit like fists.] [Bass clips, distorts.] [8 bars chaos → dead silence.] ⸻ [Verse 3 – Scrim] They ask “how you been?” I say “still a mess” Still self-harm wrapped in success Still breaking bones just to stand tall Still don’t trust shit, especially y’all I keep rage tucked under my tongue Like a blade I might use if it come I don’t threaten, I internalize That’s how bodies pile up in the mind Every night feel like borrowed air Every morning I’m back here, pissed, aware I ain’t suicidal, I just don’t care If I wake up dead or I wake up here So fuck your hope, fuck your prayers Fuck your light at the top of the stairs I make art outta rot and decay Still here. Still fucked. Still paid. ⸻ [FINAL INSTRUMENTAL – EXTENDED OUTRO] [Drums limp forward.] [Bass gasps, cuts.] [Melody tries to live, dies.] ⸻ [END – TAPE STOP] [Heavy breathing] —yeah. —kill the tape. [click]

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