An introspective reflection on life, time, and the quiet beauty of everyday moments.

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🎬 Song Insight

“Karma’s Giving Raises” is a battle cry for those burned, used, and left to rebuild from the ashes. Through a haze of ticking clocks, static, and raw confession, the song captures the dizzying collapse of trust and the bitter clarity that comes after betrayal. Each verse peels back the layers of survival-mode living, tracing the line from denial to cathartic release.
The track’s heartbeat is cinematic—dark trap rhythms mesh with avant-garde, lo-fi textures, echoing every lie and every loss until there’s nothing left but the echo of consequence. The chorus lingers with a haunting, anthemic bite, serving both as a reckoning and a warning: in the end, everyone pays what they owe.
This is heartbreak with teeth—brutal, honest, unafraid to name names and torch old bridges. The only way forward is through.

📝 Lyrics

Intro:
Time ticking, mind slipping, world’s edges fray
Living in survival mode, every hope gone gray

Verse 1:
Too busy surviving to feel alive
Hull ripped out, I barely survive
Collapse warnings—every sign,
Lie after lie, I drew the line
Version of you living in my mind,
Breaking through, invade the design
Illusions grow, allowed to bloom
Ghost in my room, full of doom

Pre-Chorus:
You didn’t just use me—nah, you consumed me
Hollow name, echo screams, haunted loosely
I defended the storm that unended me
Simple choices, roots pulled so ruthlessly
Ain’t no pride left, not a single ounce
Clown cart crashin’—what you grabbing now?
Disgrace, no face, karma’s giving raises
Piper knocking loud, no one escapes it

Chorus:
You didn't just use me—nah, you consumed me
Echoes in the dark, all I hear is your ruin
Wrote you off my life—yeah, script deleted
No comeback scene, you’re gone, I mean it
You didn't just use me—nah, you consumed me
Shadow in my mind, but I broke through it
Wrote you off my life—yeah, script deleted
No comeback scene, this time I mean it

Bridge:
You said you couldn’t work, why?
Too busy gettin’ fucked, calling that a job
I thought I knew you—nah, just a plot
Excuses keep me stuck, web gets caught
Inside, it’s simple—just rot
Foil your story, before you get shot

Verse 2:
It’s this shit I tell myself
Gotta let go, can’t waste my health
Chill the vibe, sick for real
Coulda been me, you at the wheel
That’s when it hit—why you split
Glad you did, guess you’re legit
Lay it out clean, burn your scene
MTV drama, no in-between
No rehab call, no second spin
This is the end, you never begin

Pre-Chorus:
Take a bow, show’s cancelled,
I’m writin’ you off, deadpan handled
Collect the cred, fade to black
No reunion—never comin’ back

Chorus:
You didn't just use me—nah, you consumed me
Echoes in the dark, all I hear is your ruin
Wrote you off my life—yeah, script deleted
No comeback scene, you’re gone, I mean it
You didn't just use me—nah, you consumed me
Shadow in my mind, but I broke through it
Wrote you off my life—yeah, script deleted
No comeback scene, this time I mean it

Outro:
Static fades, clock runs out
Script erased, nothing to shout
Dead silence, my final route
You lost your line—scene cut out
muffled static, glitched breath, whispered “don’t forget”:

Personal Reflection
When I wrote “Karma’s Giving Raises,” it wasn’t about revenge—it was about survival.
There comes a point when pain becomes absurd, when you realize you’re justifying someone else’s destruction at your own expense. This song poured out in the aftermath of picking myself up for the last time—still angry, but finally done.
It’s brutally honest: I had to burn the script, let go of the ghost, and admit there’s no fixing what was never real.

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Karma’s Giving Raises

Matte black whip and my heart's a match Both look clean but they're scratched Wrapped it up so you can't see through Matte black me, matte black you No reflection, that's the point Flat finish on a broken joint Matte black everything I own Painted over but it still shows

Collateral Damage

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