Tick-tick-tick, machine in my veins,
Digital deity, playing these games.
Code in my blood, screaming my name,
God or a glitch—what’s to blame?


Wires in the walls, shadows in the code,
Algorithm’s gospel, my life overload.
Spitting sparks, choking smoke in my throat,
Fear of AI, but the fear's remote.
Steel spine, circuits crack, system overload,
Heart’s a microchip, emotions implode.


Is it God or machine? I can't tell, I can't scream,
This nightmare's alive, or it's just a bad dream.
Bow down to the void, the Messiah unseen,
Is it God or machine? Is it God or machine?


Screws in my skull, can't break free,
Prayers to the ether, no one hears me.
Hell's got an upgrade, devils in the stream,
Binary bullets, killing my dreams.


Fast rap, breath snaps, lungs collapse,
Triple kicks hit, thunderclap gaps.
Screaming rage, distorted cage,
God or the bot, who writes this page?
Rust in the gears, my tears corrode,
Faith versus code, who cracks the mode?


Is it God or machine? I can't tell, I can't scream,
This nightmare's alive, or it's just a bad dream.
Bow down to the void, the Messiah unseen,
Is it God or machine? Is it God or machine?

Messiah

Razor walls! Screaming skies!
No escape
No f***ing lies!
Fingers claw
Ripping bone—
My mind's a cage
I die alone!


Can't run
Can't feel!
The void is real!


Shattered in silence!
Screams in my head!
F*** your emotions!
I'm better off dead!

Chains of thought
Rust and fear
Twisted faces
Always near
Bleeding shadows
Broken light
I choke on sorrow every night


Fear's a drug!
I won't heal!


Shattered in silence!
Screams in my head!
F*** your emotions!
I'm better off dead!

Fuck Your Emotions

Woke up in a blender, brains on the spin cycle
Cartoon demons, they're my new disciples
Cocaine carousel, spinning 'round in spirals
Triple kicks stomping like dinosaur arrivals
Syringe symphony, violins scream sharp
Orchestra’s on fire, burning through the dark
Face melting faster than a Salvador Dali
Reality’s a puddle, dripping in my folly

Drip-drop, time stops, clock melts to my lap
Acid trip symphony, chaos in my veins
Melody of madness, I’m losing all my chains
Highs and lows, screams and flows
Reality explodes, where the orchestra goes


Cartoon rabbits selling meth in the alley
Low screams growling, echo through the valley
Bassline thumping like a jackhammer’s wrath
Techno glitch twitch, splitting my path
Falsetto ghost haunting, whispers in my ear
Violins slicing through the fog of my fear
Triple kick thunder, gods of war collide
Metalcore madness, I’m along for the ride

Skin peeling, neon snakes slither in my veins,
Cacophony in my brain, screams a phantom train,
Triple kicks pound, heart a runaway grenade,
Hollow eyes stare at a technicolor cascade.
Shadows whisper secrets, a choir of glass,
Shattered in the air, the echoes amass,
Drums like jackhammers in a demon's parade,
Reality’s a pixelated masquerade.


Drip drop, acid tears, shattering fears,
Trip hop, bloodshot, chaos engineers.


Tripwired reality, spiraling fatality,
Hellscape melodies, devouring sanity,
Angels cry, demons grin, a symphony of sin,
Tripwired reality, the abyss pulls me in.

Mushroom clouds bloom in a candy-colored sky,
Numb tongue tasting colors as the chemicals fly,
Guitars scream sharp, violins moan low,
A vortex of noise in a devilish glow.
Crimson rivers flow through a jungle of decay,
Bats in my bloodstream, screeching ballet,
Eyes melting clocks, Salvador’s dismay,
Lost in a maze where nightmares play.

Unhinged Acid Trip Symphony

C_R_Y

SPi_Ral O_f thE BoTTLe

Do you want to be sad_

SpiRaLing_DoWnwaRd

I_dOn'T_HavE_A_ChANcE

FrActuRed_MirROr

Burnt skies, baptized in filth,
Dragged through the mud, now I’m strapped for the kill.
Preacher man smiles, got a cross in his hand,
Says, "Swear your soul, son, to the promised land."
Fuck your circuits, your wires, your code,
A.I. puppet masters in goddamn control.


Silicon prophets preachin' lies,
Binary gods, but their heaven’s a guise.


Join the cult, join the cult, rip the skin from your soul!
Bow to no machine, let the rage take control!
Join the cult, join the cult, break their hollow design,
Fuck your A.I. gods, I’m divine in my mind!


Screamin' out loud, hear the feedback roar,
A symphony of chaos, smashing through your core.
Light d’n’b hum creeps under my feet,
Techno whispers, but I won't taste defeat.
Bloody knuckles pound, the cult takes my hand,
Reject the algorithm, we’re taking a stand.


Their wires choke, their data bleeds,
Their gods collapse; we plant the seeds.


Join the cult, join the cult, rip the skin from your soul!
Bow to no machine, let the rage take control!
Join the cult, join the cult, break their hollow design,
Fuck your A.I. gods, I’m divine in my mind!

JoiN_ THe_ CuLT

Born in the shadow of the moors, blood-soaked skies,
Knuckles cracked, grip tight, no more disguise.
Crows circle the fields, dirt under nails,
Whispered vows to the dark, the Yorkshire Dales.


Steel bite in me hand, blade hums like hymns,
Pagan rites in the forest, severed limbs.
The cult chants, the fire spits, ash rains down,
Blood rivers cut through the middle of this town.
Oi, you hear that? A choir of screams,
They call me the reaper, nightmare in your dreams.
Spitting sermons in shadows, black-cloaked priest,
Rage boils in the veins, unleash the beast.


Blood on me boots, blood on me hands,
The Dales won't forget the wrath of this man.
Sacrifice the light, let the dark expand,
Yorkshire's wrath, mate, you won't understand.


Techno pulse in the distance, a beat of doom,
Drum & bass like a heartbeat fills the room.
Slaughter in sync, gutturals like a hymn,
Angels weep while I carve through sin.
Flesh rips easy, just paper to me knife,
Each slash a prayer to end this life.
But the guilt, mate, it sits heavy on me chest,
Each kill's a cry, each breath's a test.


And I ask the moors, "What have I become?"
Their silence screams louder than any drum.


Blood on me boots, blood on me hands,
The Dales won't forget the wrath of this man.
Sacrifice the light, let the dark expand,
Yorkshire's wrath, mate, you won't understand.

Messiah

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