CHORUS (HARDER / TIGHTER / ANTHEMIC) Masked up, heart drop, demons talk when the lights fade, Therapy couch but my mind still in migraine, Inner voice yell, “Kruel, go savage, don’t behave,” Shake them thoughts, let go — nah, the dark stays. Masked up, breathe slow, pain deep in my torso, Mum gone, soul torn, now my head feel war-zone, Doc ask why I’m cold, why my eyes so stone, I just grin, say, “The demons never gone.” Catchy, chantable, crowd-ready. Easy to repeat live. VERSE 1 (PSYCHOPATHIC / THERAPY / INNER DEMONS) Therapy room, but my brain still a kill house, Talking to demons like, “Which one wanna live now?” Past got me strangled, hands tight round my mental, Turned all that trauma to drive — now it’s essential. Emotions locked, coded deep in a devil’s tone, Every tear I swallowed turned sharp as a weapon grown, They say, “Kruel, go filthier, push it, don’t sanitize,” Conscience died early — I don’t recognise my eyes. Heart froze, mind bent, empathy euthanised, Pain taught me how to aim when they criticise, I talk to the dark like it’s family ties, Every scar on my soul got a signature I can’t hide. CHORUS (SWITCH FLOW / MORE AGGRESSIVE) Masked up, heart drop, demons whisper when I zone out, Doctor writing notes but he don’t know what I wrote down, “Kruel, let go” — nah, I get deeper, Inner voices screaming, “Make it darker, make it meaner.” VERSE 2 (MOTHER’S PASSING / GRIEF / DARK IDENTITY) Mum passed, world cracked, left a hole I can’t stitch, So I wear this mask ‘cause I hate how grief hits, Every birthday bleed, every memory sharp, Turned sorrow to fuel — now the pain play its part. Heart jump random, PTSD in my veins, Shake them thoughts, they return like rain, I talk to my demons like we share a lease, They live rent-free in my head, never asking for peace. Split soul — half man, half something inhumane, Built from broken nights and untreated pain, Doc ask questions, I just stare, no reply, If I told him the truth, he’d need help just to sleep at night. BRIDGE (WHISPER / MENACING – KEEP IT RAW) They whisper… hurt them… break them… feed us… I whisper back… already done — now leave us. FINAL CHORUS (BIG / EVIL / MEMORABLE) Masked up, soul locked, demons lit my phone screen, Therapy session but my mind still a crime scene, Let go? Nah — I made peace with the pain, Kruel get nastier, walking calm in the rain. Heart cold, past loud, still I stand in the storm, First session in therapy — but the darkness feel like home.

Therapy Sessions