[Verse 1 – Rap]
Crack in the mirror, sugar cube grin, chewing on echoes of voices within. Bit the handle of a door that won’t spin; thoughts chase tails like a cycle of sin. Dial tone lullabies, static in bloom; baptized myself in a feedback tomb. Paranoia stitched to the edge of my skin; I blink in Morse when the lights begin. I said “God is a vending machine,” but the snacks had teeth and the soda was mean. My shadow tap dances in chalk outlines, etches my name in melting spines. Eyeballs roll like dice in the drain; house always wins when you're betting on pain. I scream in braille, I breathe in code, I spit out teeth like a barcode load. There's a choir of knives inside my throat, singing regrets in a minor note. Every prayer’s a glitch in the feed; I chew on hope just to watch it bleed.

[Verse 2 – Rap]
I kissed the socket and swallowed light, now I hiccup volts in the middle of the night. My bones type essays in ultraviolet ink, and my skin forgets how to think. I heard the devil through a rotary phone; he coughed out secrets in a dial tone. My blood runs sideways, my tongue speaks ash, I laugh in static and puke in flash. I painted my name in a stranger’s scream, mailed my soul to a vending machine. Every tooth has a barcode etched; each blink rewinds what logic stretched. I built a throne out of unspoken dread, crowned it with pills and things I never said. My breath is Morse, my pulse is broke, I dream in patterns that smell like smoke.

[Chorus]
I can't stop the gnaw; it's chewing my skull
Brain on a leash, but the leash won't pull
No god, no calm, just static and curse
When the world goes mad, my brain eats me first
Tear at the wires, suck on the screen
I bleed in binary, I sleep in machine
Rip out my tongue, let the demons rehearse
When the world goes mad, my brain eats me first

[Verse 3 – Rap]
VCR dreams on repeat in my teeth; I spit out tapes that forgot how to speak. Duct tape halo, grin with a twitch; I iron my thoughts with a neural glitch. My head is a fridge full of static and meat; I chew on wires to feel complete. Confessions whispered in coffee foam; my mouth just echoes an old dial tone. I carved my thoughts on a microwave plate, nuked them twice, then served them to fate. I drown in clocks that scream like birds, and bleed in fonts that stutter words. I mailed my brain to an empty street; it came back scribbled in warped drum beats. I lost my name in a scream I bit; stitched it back with counterfeit wit.

[Bridge]
I tried to stitch the silence closed, but it laughed through every thread.
I fed my fears to mirrors and they starved me out instead.
My pulse rewinds when I speak too loud; my thoughts have teeth, they hiss and crowd.
Every calm is camouflage,  the storm just wore a softer sound.

[Breakdown]
Rip out my spine and braid it with lies!
Slam my head ‘til the static replies!
I licked the floor just to taste control,
But the floor bit back and swallowed me whole!
Claw through my ribs and eat what's left,
I’m the sermon, the scream, the knife, the theft!
No more metaphors, no more breath,
Just a twitching pulse that dreams of death!

[Chorus]
I can't stop the gnaw; it's chewing my skull
Brain on a leash, but the leash won't pull
No god, no calm, just static and curse
When the world goes mad, my brain eats me first
Tear at the wires, suck on the screen
I bleed in binary, I sleep in machine
Rip out my tongue, let the demons rehearse
When the world goes mad, my brain eats me first

[Outro]
I made a home in the noise
And the noise made a meal of me

My Brain Eats At Me ft. SaxFromJax

Hi there!

I make music sometimes. I'm in a creative rut right now so there won't be any music for a very long time, but I'm looking forward to change that.

That message was 7 years ago... I haven't touched music in 7 years, brother... but now, I have two albums on Spotify, a Trilogy demo, and a third and final album in the works. It's crazy when creativity hits you. 

I love making music, and I'm only here for the music aspect. If I somehow get famous out of it, that would be cool; if not, I'm okay with it.

I don't need your ridiculous marketing stuff. I'm good, really.

My Brain Eats At Me ft. SaxFromJax

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