Static in my veins,
but I stay in control.
Every crack in my voice
still shaping my soul.
They want clean, they want neat 
I give ’em rough, I give ’em whole.

I don’t soften my edge,
I don’t bend for the room.
If the pressure gets close,
I just tighten my groove.
All the noise in my head
turned my fear into fuel 
now I cut through the mix
like a blade through the wool.

Hiss loud, drums hit,
kick snaps, lights split.
Every moment they doubt
is the moment I fit.
Not in their frame,
but in my own grit 
I rise in the chaos
’cause I’m built for it.

Identity stubborn,
identity cold.
I stay raw in the static,
never doing what I’m told.
I don’t ride with the warmth,
I belong in the fold
where the purple noise hums
and the white noise rolls


Built my voice in the dark, never needed their light.
Kept my mind on edge, kept my pulse on bite.
They tried to drag my steps, but I don’t walk their line 
if they push on my lane, I cut back every time.

Cold breath, sharp eyes, dead calm, no fear.
I don’t break when it spikes, I don’t bend when it’s near.
Every hit that I took turned my tone more clear 
I became what they’re scared of when the smoke disappears.

Identity raw, no mask, no switch.
My voice hits rough like a chainsaw glitch.
I don’t soften my stance, I don’t change for a crowd 
if my truth feels harsh, then I say it out loud.

Identity mine, no clone, no trace.
Everything I am came from holding my place.
Pressure made edge, now it sits in my face 
I don’t move on command, I don’t run their race.

Identity mine, no clone, no trace.
Everything I am came from holding my place.

VØIDEX - Impulse (prod. paskyprodx2)

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