Super Special Outing

Where You Left Me

Drive Me Home

Drive Myself Home

(80 BPM crawl-slow: Funeral dragging chains over decaying pill steam, flesh-ripping cannibals with metallic hums, screwdriver scraping steel over WWII reel flicker low-pitch crackle, gas chamber whispers "alter mind... help..." building numb detachment dread in alien hums, distant pill rattle count in haze—haunting whispers layer 3D dark ambiance with vertigo swirl.)
Prescriptions to alter your mind...
When the sides effect cause homicide or ending yourself...
I came to see you, I need help...
(Sudden snap—glitch drop fracture, tempo to 110 BPM death march pulse, nu metal distortion swells with hip hop junkie sludge groove.)
[0:30 - 1:15] Verse 1
(Monotone rap-growl: Calm counting pills, numb detachment voice in hip hop cadence, snare bone snaps marching rhythm, kick coffin slams heavy like prescription rituals, addiction sub-bass tar lungs wheezing ragged—dread building with side effect glitches, creepy whispers "can't take... nightmare...", flesh-ripping cannibals mid-line in dystopian apocalypse vibe, alien tendencies warp 3D audio.)
I can't take life, feeling the way I do I need therapy,
Someone that can guide me to escape nightmare infecting life.
You schedule me to come in once a week,
Diagnosing labels by observing insecurities, beliefs, or feelings, behaviors, oddities.
Let me write you this prescription, and see if it helps you.
Months go by, the worlds so grey,
Numbed from feeling anything, no drive to follow, no desire left.
[1:15 - 1:45] Chorus
(Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb intensity raw release: Glitch drops shatter with chrome wire hair scraping tension, venom drip delays pool into numb grey gurgles, dramatic screams warp apocalyptic in 3D audio—echoing "fixed... paper weight..." layers over violent scary nu metal riffs, lingering torment in voidcore silence bursts with insanity addictive loops.)
Don't forget to refile your bottle,
You don't want to go back to the start...
Endless eyes when you look in the mirror,
Skins dulled from all sensations,
Am I fixed or just a organic paper weight?
This is the end of everything... (glitch drop void silence, bone snap resume, reverse sighs tease)
[1:45 - 2:30] Verse 2
(Growl intensifies with hip hop flow: March verse with snare bone snaps in nightmare rhythm, junkie sludge guitars grind, kick coffin slams like insomnia stabs, sub-bass tar lungs, screwdriver scraping steel glitches mid-line—dislocated hums, hazy shards clank, unholy haze illusions in spooky dystopian vibes, haunting whispers intercut alien hums.)
Lost in day's, hypnotics for nights end,
The insomnia was over baring,
Twitching in bed my muscles are restless,
I stretch until I feel pain looking around the world is dislocated.
Wake to the feeling of floating in a liquid bubble,
Hazy, fogy, disorganized thoughts being swallowed by
A emptiness that is constant, but unable to sense at all.
[2:30 - 3:00] Chorus
(Deep wail choking escalates: Chrome wire scrape builds violent tension, venom drip reverb with pill swallow drips louder, glitch drops into spooky static—dramatic screams fade with ashes wind echoes, alien rock distortion warps to creepy unease, addictive hip hop scratches layer in.)
Don't forget to refile your bottle,
You don't want to go back to the start...
Endless eyes when you look in the mirror,
Skins dulled from all sensations,
Am I fixed or just a organic paper weight?
This is the end of everything... (venom drip echo trails off, child whispers tease reverse)


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