EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION: THE POP ROCK AUDITS

Discarding the Witness" is a high-velocity Pop-Punk audit of the cycle of betrayal and cognitive survival. While the core of LOCK-STATE is rooted in grimy industrial hip-hop, this version serves as the "Trojan Horse"—wrapping a dense narrative of PTSD and systemic friction in a radio-ready, anthemic wrapper.

Sometimes the truth is too heavy for a boom-bap beat. Sometimes you have to scream it over a wall of sound.

FROM THE ALBUM: Executive Dysfunction
WARNING: High-density lyrics. Listen at your own risk.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] The clinical data is clear. Co-parenting requires communication. But for the safety of the child... We disengage.

[Verse 1] The first time we spoke, I knew you were the one Smile wide and lively, felt like warmth from the sun We built a castle from the ground, yeah we had it spun A new house, a new son, and everything was fun We sittin' on the couch, plotting out the dream But silent interruptions started rippin' at the seam We stopped watchin' shows, we stopped sharin' the screens The distance gettin' wide, unspoken in betweens The bottle set the alarm, waiting for the spin That's when the walls close, and erosion begins

[Chorus] We walkin' parallel lines, cuttin' all the ties I see the truth in the dark, you livin' in the lies I lock the sanctuary, keep the chaos at the door You fightin' with the shadow while I settle up the score No anger in the voice, just the silence on the phone I’m the anchor for the boy, you driftin' on your own

[Verse 2] Reality closin' in, paralyzed and frozen Watchin' the foundation crack, the path that you had chosen The house was a dream, but we woke up in mazes The love disappeared, burnin' out in phases Now I'm starin' at dead faces, livin' in lost spaces From watching TV to dealin' with state cases Sirens in the rearview, the panic and the dread While you smashin’ my phone right off of my head

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] I took the high road, tried to keep the path clear Managed the logistics while you face the demons in your ear I handled business, kept the pressure off your plate Workin' through your parents, tryna navigate the state I wanted you to heal, to weather through the storm But the patterns just repeated, keeping to the form To make it all work, I had to cut the cord But instead of gratitude, you pullin' out your sword So I turned to Al-Anon, yeah I learned the steps Had to let you fall so you could measure out the depths Detachin' with love, I laid you down slow So you could feel the gravity and finally stick the toe Into reality, facin' what you did Not just to me, but the damage to the kid I waited for the "Thank You," for the grace to intervene... But you just scrubbed the history and tried to wipe it clean

[Bridge] I gave you shelter, you gave me war I gave you peace, you slammed the door I’m waitin' for a handshake, waitin' for a sign You gave me the finger and crossed the line You said "Fuck You" to the help? Nah, Fuck You for the pain. Fuck You for the years washed down the drain!

[Verse 4] I audited my books, found the deficit inside While you were runnin' from the shame that you couldn't hide I found the missing key, the A-u-D-H-D The manual to the mind, the root of you and me We coulda fixed the engine, coulda tuned the parts Instead you chose the exit, breakin' little hearts You say you need recovery? You need to handle business But you really leavin' just to discard the witness Yeah, lookin' at my face reflects the time that you wasted A truth so bitter that you can’t stand to taste it You walked away from structure, from the shelter and our pride Left me with the wreckage and the changing of the tide So take the open road, let the silence be your guide But remember when you sleepin' with the ego by your side...

[Outro] You burned the bridges down just to prove that you were right. You traded a Kingdom for a Campsite. Ride or die my ass... Fucking Judas. Are you 30 silver richer?

Discarding the Witness [Pop Rock Audit]

"Friendly Fire" is the personal sequel to "Discarding the Witness." It is a raw audit of betrayal, autistic burnout, and the cost of saving a family while being destroyed by the process.

This [Pop-Punk Audit] uses high-velocity energy to navigate the friction of PTSD and medical facts.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] I absorbed it Every drop of the chaos I took the hit so she could heal And now you stand over the wreckage Asking me why I didn't bleed the right way

[Verse 1] I took the chaos of your daughter, pressed it to my soul You sat inside the quiet, ignoring all the toll I held the bag while the world went black I carried the house with a knife in my back You asked: Why didn't you visit? Why didn't you drive? Why didn't you sit in the rehab and help her thrive? Let’s look at the chart, let’s look at the degree I got PTSD mixed with autistic fatigue That ain't hyperbole, that’s the medical fact Autistic burnout from the way that I picked up the slack I screamed I was drowning, I laid it all bare You texted: Good luck with your mental health, take care I saved your daughter, I kept her alive But you didn't give a fuck if I survive My executive function was dead on the floor From the near-death experiences behind our door I was on red alert, checking pulses at night Keeping the body alive till the morning light So when she was safe? When the danger was done? I crashed into the earth so I could rise for our son

[Chorus] You say bad shit happens, I say not on my watch I took the hit to turn the dial down a notch You tell me to deal with it, move on with my life? Tell that to the husband still pulling out the knife Yeah, the gallery claps for the new life she found While I’m still pulling myself up off the ground

[Verse 2] You judge the rapid movement? You think the logic breaks? I'm running simulations on the highest of the stakes It isn't mania, it's processing in overdrive Testing every scenario to see what will survive My love language is safety, I engineer peace I didn't info dump just to get a release I did it to wake you the fuck up, to show you the beast To show you the predator heading for the feast But you ignored the science, causing endless strife You picked apart the method, but I saved the life I sent the audit: We bleeding, the deficit’s high You said wait for the market and let the finances die You worried about the equity? The assets? The greed? I was finding the resources that we actually need

[Verse 3] Now let’s talk about the boy, the one that you claim The one with the neurotype that shares my frame You dismiss me? You hate what I do? Then you realizing you dismissing him too? We share the same wire, we share the same code The same way we process the heavy load I’m the ghost of his future, I’m the map to his mind If you can't handle me, then you leaving him behind If you throw me away, you won't have the key To unlocking the grandson you say you want to see You treat the trauma like weather, it rains and it pours I treat it like war right outside of our doors

[Outro] You know what the real tragedy is? It’s not the divorce It’s not even the betrayal It’s that you are all smart people Educated people You had the capacity to learn this language I handed you the manual to your grandson's mind But you chose to judge the binding instead of reading the book You chose ignorance over understanding And that That is a waste

Friendly Fire [Pop-Punk Audit]

The main course is served.

"Eat the Rich" is a high-octane pop reimagining of the original industrial hip-hop audit. This version strips away the grit for a high-gloss, satirical look at the American Dream’s price tag. Catchy, sharp, and uncompromising—check the list, clench a fist, and enjoy the special.

Bon Appétit.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] Yeah. Check the menu. We got a special tonight. Bon Appétit.

[Verse 1] If you're tired of this, time to flip the script Check the list, go ahead and clench a fist It's time for us to handle business Meet at High Noon, snatch a tycoon Drag 'em by the silver spoon Don't spoil your dinner, just eat a little bit We got more in the fridge than you can fit I know you hear "Rich," you think "You," but that ain't it I've seen your wallet, homie, it ain't that thick Can you afford a doctor when you get sick? Or just under-employed, denied the benefit? Why is my health linked to my boss? Does it make sense to you? 'Cause I'm at a total loss

[Chorus] Pockets empty? (Eat the Rich) Going hungry? (Eat the Rich) What's for dinner? (Eat the Rich) Tastes like chicken but it smells like fish... EAT THE RICH!

[Bridge] Don't judge me, you know I'm tired Life is steep and we stuck in muck and mire On the outside, I may look fly but I still want to cry Little man looking up at me, I'm afraid I might die Don't care about me, just can't leave him behind This whole fucking world is just wholly unkind

[Verse 2] Wake up y'all, they baiting us with the hate Rocking bloody flag skulls and double eights Did you learn that from your roommate upstate? Our grandfathers punched Nazis in the face! Now you think you're the master race? What a disgrace Get off social media, do it post-haste Quick! It’s turning your brain into soft paste We were sharing moments, talking to friends Watching cat videos, hopping on trends Now? You can't even recognize your parents Rich folks making Americans hate Americans Who's taking advantage? Let's check the intent Some born here, plenty were immigrant The ruling class says it's a conflict, not a fit But history proves that the immigrants built it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] That’s right, America was built by immigrants Politicians blaming them for everything ever since Pointing at your neighbor while they lift your wallet Using two hands—y'all busy hating so no one saw it That's what happens when the hate flows through you You didn't learn one goddamn thing from Star Wars, did you? It's not just that we have different points of view If people are hurting, that should matter to you You empower the evil? You get hurt too You think you're special? You ain't part of their crew To them you are nothing, just cannon fodder Like a lamb to the slaughter, why do you bother? I hope you thought ahead, maybe flame retardant 'Cause the rich gonna burn the whole house with us inside it Fleeing to bunkers and their mega yachts Blasting off in rockets thinking they big shots Not realizing they just lucky fools with deep pockets Can't fly the ship, panic in the cockpit

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[Verse 4] I'm serving up Elon with a bit of Dijon Smoked Bob Iger, on the fire since dawn Larry Ellison is evil, I’d eat him just for fun He’s dangerous, prefers litigation to using a gun But he can’t subpoena the bullet when the revolution comes Next up on the plate Jeff Bezos, with way too many boats Destroyed the Washington Post while shipping my French Roast Next course, a salad topped with Sergey Brin "Don't be evil" washed away with buckets of sin Born Jewish in the Soviet, fled the antisemitism Now he profits when he fuels it with his algorithm And Zuckerberg’s site? Spreading harm on your timeline Inciting the violence, they say he's enabled several war crimes Zuck and his friends should be doing hard time We let it slide, now he owns the tides Stole Hawaii just to paraglide

[Outro] Paragliding... You look ridiculous, Mark. Sunscreen on your face looking like a ghost. Get out of here.

Eat the Rich - Pop Rock Audit

The anthem for right now.

"Abolish (Fuck ICE)" is a high-octane Pop-Rock audit of systemic failure. From the '03 "Homeland Security" rebrand to the "blood on the bumper," this track is a non-negotiable dissertation on the power trips and state crimes happening on our soil.

You can wash the bumper, but you can't wash the soul.

STAND UP. ABOLISH. LOCK-STATE

[Intro] Yeah Boots on the ground But whose ground is it? Stand up

[Verse 1] Boots on the ground, guns on the hip Just a bunch of snowflakes on a power trip You bully the weak 'cause you can’t do nothing else Overcompensating with the cannon on the belt You claim you elite, but you ain't got no drip Looking like you looted Walmart for that clip And what about the ink? Is that standard issue? Discount tribal tats on some soft-ass tissue

[Pre-Chorus] Yeah, you play dress-up, but the bullets are real Point blank range, right through the steel Executed in the whip, shattered the glass Debating the details while the minutes pass And they promise us peace? Yeah, save your breath It's the last time, they say, over fresh death Like we ain't seen this movie a thousand times Different day, different face, same state crimes

[Chorus] Fuck ICE, we scream it in your face Fuck ICE, a systemic disgrace Traitors to the flag, betrayal of the creed Planting the violence, sowing the seed Fuck ICE, tear the agency down Fuck ICE, run 'em out of the town We see the blood on the bumper, we see the lies We hear the silence when justice dies

[Verse 2] But let’s check the record, check the birth date Born in '03, purely outta fear and hate Rebranded the panic, called it Homeland Security Traded our freedom for a false sense of purity Why you masking up? Why you hiding the face? When the whole damn squad should be fighting a court case Ski-mask on, like you robbing the bank But the robbery is legal, got the federal rank

[Pre-Chorus] You ain't stealing the money from a corporate bank The thing that you robbing is innocent lives Separating children, husbands, and wives That's why they scared to stand in the light Abusing the power that was never their right Revolution

[Chorus] Fuck ICE, we scream it in your face Fuck ICE, a systemic disgrace Traitors to the flag, betrayal of the creed Planting the violence, sowing the seed Fuck ICE, tear the agency down Fuck ICE, run 'em out of the town We see the blood on the bumper, we see the lies We hear the silence when justice dies

[Verse 3] You claim you protecting the land of the free But you act like a tyrant across the sea No judge, no jury, just a roadside hit The Constitution? You wiped your ass with it We the People means all of us Not just the ones you don't crush and bust A standing army on domestic soil Just to keep the pot at a constant boil

[Outro] You can wash the bumper But you can't wash the soul Don't tread on us Abolish

Abolish  -  Pop Rock Audit

LOCK-STATE i is the sound of a neurodivergent brain refusing to mask.

Born from the frustration of existing in a world designed for someone else, LOCK-STATE is a raw, industrial documentation of executive dysfunction, trauma recovery, and the chaotic reality of modern life.

This is art for the overthinkers, the cycle-breakers, and the divergent minds. I’m a real person navigating the noise. If you get it, you get it. Everyone else is just tagging along in my brain.

New Single "ABOLISH" out now.