(Sound: distant thunder, analog hiss, a vinyl crackle morphs into pulsing heartbeats)
Narrator (spoken, deep tone):
"I don't know if I'm dreamin'...
Or just finally seein' the world for what it really is..."
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MC:
Glass shatter in the back of my conscience,
Thoughts loopin' like samples with no promise,
TV speakin' in tongues, I see patterns,
Street signs blinkin’ codes—ain’t random.
Voices echo through my pillow like static,
I light sage but the spirits stay erratic,
Third eye twitchin', too wide to blink,
World on fire, and I'm watchin’ it sink.
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Vocalist:
"Delusional… caught in a dream I made,
Truth is slippin' like the blade,
Eyes wide…
But I’m lost inside…”
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MC:
I talk to the walls, they reply with rhythm,
My mind got rooms I ain’t allowed to sit in,
Every reflection got a different intention,
Every silence got a hidden dimension.
I sip from the grail of confusion and smoke,
My breath writes scripture when I choke,
This ain’t madness—it’s design disguised,
A lucid delusion I customized.
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(Sound: glitched heartbeat, reversed vocals whispering “wake up”, cinematic drums rising, strings swelling)
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Vocalist (with layered harmonies and delay FX):
"Delusional… drownin’ in colors that fade,
My heaven turned to a cage,
Can’t wake…
From the world I made…”
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Narrator (calm but unnerving):
"If this is delusion…
Then don’t wake me.
I finally feel… real."
(Music fades into soft crackle, heartbeat slows, distant siren wails… silence.)
