Brain Maim · 2026
Manual For Damage
No Easy Fix
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No Easy Fix
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**No Easy Fix**
[Intro — spoken / tense]
I read the book.
I found the wound.
Still had to wake up
in the same room.Same hands.
Same habits.Same old trap
just some new labels on the map.[Band hit]
No easy fix.[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]
No magic page.
No clean release.No perfect sentence
that makes it leave.No bright new plan
that does the work.No insight strong enough
to skip the hurt.I know the word.
I know the stain.I know my life.
I know the shame.I know the trap.
I know the move.I know the shape
of what I prove.But knowing
is not changing.Naming
is not done.A map won’t move
my bodytill I make
my body run.[Chorus — gang vocals]
No easy fix!
Hard repeat!One new move
on tired feet!No quick cure!
No clean trick!Do the work
while the lies are lit!No easy fix!
Hard repeat!Name the wound
then move your feet!No way out
but through this!No easy!
No easy fix![Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]
Read the book.
Close the book.Stand up.
Take a look.Where’s the mess?
Where’s the bill?Where’s the thing
I avoid still?Where’s the text
I need to send?Where’s the job
I need to end?Where’s the truth
I dress as rage?Where’s the fear
still running the page?Where’s the need
I hide in service?Where’s the gift
with hooks beneath it?Where’s the mouth
that will not ask?Where’s the kid
inside the mask?Don’t make a shrine
out of the scar.Don’t make a brand
out of the war.Don’t call it healing
just becauseyou learned the name
of what it was.[Chorus — bigger]
No easy fix!
Hard repeat!One new move
on tired feet!No quick cure!
No clean trick!Do the work
while the lies are lit!No easy fix!
Hard repeat!Name the wound
then move your feet!No way out
but through this!No easy!
No easy fix![Break — stop-start]
Sleep.Move.
Eat.
Speak.
Ask.
Finish.
Repair.
Repeat.
Sleep.
Move.
Eat.
Speak.
Ask.
Finish.
Repair.
Repeat.
[Verse 3 — urgent]
Say the need
before it rots.Say the no
before you’re lost.Turn toward
before the wall.Make the call
before the fall.Walk the dog.
Hit the mat.Send the invoice.
Don’t look back.Take the medicine.
Drink the water.Be a father
to your daughter.Call the mate.
Tell the truth.Let one person
see the bruise.Pick one task.
Cut it small.Twenty-five minutes.
That is all.Don’t wait to feel
reborn or brave.Don’t wait to want
the life you save.The lies talk loud
when they feel the shift.Move anyway.
No easy fix.
[Chorus — full band]
No easy fix!
Hard repeat!One new move
on tired feet!No quick cure!
No clean trick!Do the work
while the lies are lit!No easy fix!
Hard repeat!Name the wound
then move your feet!No way out
but through this!No easy!
No easy fix![Breakdown — half-time / heavy]
No book saves me
if I don’t live it.No song saves me
if I just sing it.No plan saves me
if I don’t start.No pain changes
if I guard my heart.No book saves me
if I don’t live it.No song saves me
if I just sing it.No plan saves me
if I don’t start.One new move
splits the dark.[Gang vocal]
ONE NEW MOVE![Final breakdown — crushing]
No easy fix.Stay when I’d run.
No easy fix.
Speak when I’d numb.
No easy fix.
Rest when I’d grind.
No easy fix.
Ask what is mine.
No easy fix.
Stop keeping score.
No easy fix.
Open the door.
No easy fix.
Repair the crack.
No easy fix.
Don’t become the attack.
No easy fix.
Hard repeat.
One new move
on tired feet.No easy fix.
Hard repeat.
One new move
on tired feet.[Final Chorus — gang vocals]
No easy fix!
Hard repeat!One new move
on tired feet!No quick cure!
No clean trick!Do the work
while the lies are lit!No easy fix!
Hard repeat!Name the wound
then move your feet!No way out
but through this!No easy!
No easy fix![Outro — shouted / fading]
I read the book.
I found the wound.Still had to wake up
in the same room.Same hands.
New choice.Same trap.
New voice.No easy fix.
One new move.
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**Dehypnotise**
**[Intro — spoken / tense]**
Old image.
Old orders.Same cage.
New borders.The brain obeys
what the picture says.So change the picture.
**[Band hit]**
New orders.
**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
Find the old command.
Drag it into light.Whose voice was that?
Who taught that line?Too much.
Too strange.Too late
to change.Not built right.
Not strong.Not enough.
Too far gone.Write it down.
Read it back.See the spell.
See the trap.Ask one question.
Cut one wire.Is this truth,
or old fire?Every failure
fed the frame.Every fear
confirmed the name.Old image
in the mirror.Old orders
in the brain.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Dehypnotise!
Name the spell!Dehypnotise!
Break the shell!Old image!
New orders!Same cage!
Break borders!See it!
Feel it!Move and prove it!
Aim the brain!
Train it through it!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
Make a new picture.
Make it clear.Not someday.
Here.See the room.
See the task.See yourself
not pulling back.Hands on the work.
Feet on ground.Breath held steady
when the noise gets loud.Run the scene
before the day.Give the mind
a better way.Not fantasy.
Rehearsal.Not escape.
Reversal.The body learns
what the brain repeats.So feed it proof
it can believe.One small action.
One clean start.One real mark
against the dark.Don’t wait to feel
like someone new.Move first.
Let feeling follow through.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Dehypnotise!
Name the spell!Dehypnotise!
Break the shell!Old image!
New orders!Same cage!
Break borders!See it!
Feel it!Move and prove it!
Aim the brain!
Train it through it!**[Break — stop-start]**
Name the lie.Write it down.
Make the image.
Stand your ground.
Run the scene.
Move the hand.
Small proof first.
Then expand.
**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
Old command,
meet new proof.Old fear,
meet new truth.Old image,
new orders.Old image,
new orders.Picture the move.
Feel the frame.Give the brain
a better aim.Picture the move.
Feel the frame.Act one step
in the new name.**[Gang vocal]**
NEW ORDERS!**[Verse 3 — urgent / rising]**
Build the rails.
Clear the floor.Put the first task
by the door.Set the timer.
Tie the shoes.Make the next move
hard to lose.Call the friend.
Book the class.Send the form.
Let it pass.Lift the weight.
Walk the street.Teach the mind
through hands and feet.Speak the order
out of breath.I am not done.
I am not death.Speak the order
under strain.This is my life.
This is my brain.New orders
to the blood.New orders
to the mud.New orders
to the heart.Get up.
Restart.**[Final Chorus — full band]**
Dehypnotise!
Name the spell!Dehypnotise!
Break the shell!Old image!
New orders!Same cage!
Break borders!See it!
Feel it!Move and prove it!
Aim the brain!
Train it through it!**[Final Breakdown — crushing]**
Name it.
Frame it.See it.
Train it.Move it.
Prove it.Live it.
Change it.Name it.
Frame it.See it.
Train it.Move it.
Prove it.Live it.
Change it.I obeyed
what I believed.I became
what I received.Now I feed
the mind new proof.Now I train
the body true.Old image,
new orders.Old image,
new orders.Cut the script.
Break the grip.Aim the brain.
Let it rip.**[Final gang vocal]**
DEHYPNOTISE!
NAME THE SPELL!DEHYPNOTISE!
BREAK THE SHELL!OLD IMAGE!
NEW ORDERS!MOVE AND PROVE!
PUSH FORWARD! -
**Surrender / Escape / Counterattack**
**[Intro — spoken / tense]**
Same wound.
Three masks.Surrender.
Escape.
Counter attack.Different move.
Same trap.**[Band hit]**
Name the trap.
**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
First way down:
drop the head.Take the blame.
Make the bed.Say it’s fine.
Say I’m wrong.Call the cage
where I belong.Old room.
Old role.Same boot
on the soul.Stay small.
Stay nice.Pay the old
child price.I don’t fight.
I comply.I let the old script
eat me alive.I call it patience.
I call it peace.But it’s surrender
on bloody knees.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Surrender!
Escape!Counter attack!
Same trap!Different mask!
Same trap!Different path!
Same trap!Name it!
Face it!Track it back!
Choose one move
that breaks the pattern!Surrender!
Escape!Counter attack!
Same wound!
Same trap!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
Second way out:
leave the room.Numb the nerve.
Kill the bloom.Scroll the night.
Feed the screen.Keep the ache
somewhere unseen.Busy hands.
Dead eyes.Make a life
from alibis.Walk away
before it starts.Lock the door
around the heart.Don’t feel grief.
Don’t feel shame.Don’t let hunger
say its name.Don’t get close.
Don’t get found.Turn the volume
all the way down.But escape
does not erase it.The same old pain
just changes places.Same ghost waits
at the next door.Same old floor
under one more floor.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Surrender!
Escape!Counter attack!
Same trap!Different mask!
Same trap!Different path!
Same trap!Name it!
Face it!Track it back!
Choose one move
that breaks the pattern!Surrender!
Escape!Counter attack!
Same wound!
Same trap!**[Verse 3 — harder / driving]**
Third way up:
armour on.Become the fist.
Become the song.Prove them small.
Prove me right.Win the room.
Start the fight.No one hurts me.
No one sees.No one gets
the soft in me.I become
what I fear.Make my pain
look like clearstrength,
power,
perfect control.Gold teeth
on a wounded soul.I call it confidence.
I call it spine.But it’s counter attack
with fear inside.Built a crown
from old attack.Still the same trap
looking back.Still the child
inside the roar.Still the wound
I’m fighting for.**[Chorus — full band]**
Surrender!
Escape!Counter attack!
Same trap!Different mask!
Same trap!Different path!
Same trap!Name it!
Face it!Track it back!
Choose one move
that breaks the pattern!Surrender!
Escape!Counterattack!
Same wound!
Same trap!**[Break — stop-start]**
Surrender says:
take it.Escape says:
numb it.Counter attack says:
become it.Truth says:
name it.Body says:
feel it.Mind says:
test it.Hands say:
change it.**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
Old survival.
New prison.Old defence.
New damage.Old survival.
New prison.What saved the child
can trap the man.Old survival.
New prison.Old defence.
New damage.Old survival.
New prison.Same trap dies
when I change the plan.**[Gang vocal]**
CHANGE THE PLAN!**[Verse 4 — urgent / rising]**
Step one:
label it.Put a name
on the shape of it.This is abandonment.
This is shame.This is old fear
wearing today’s name.Step two:
trace it back.Find the first room.
Find the track.Who was missing?
Who was cold?Who made small
what I tried to hold?Step three:
feel the kid.No more burying
what I didto survive,
to stay attached,to keep love
from falling back.Step four:
build the case.Old evidence
meet new face.Who stayed?
Who saw?What is true
outside old law?Step five:
one new move.Not the old groove.
One new proof.Don’t surrender.
Stand and speak.Don’t escape.
Stay one beat.Don’t attack.
Drop the blade.Make one choice
the trap never made.**[Final Chorus — full band / gang vocals]**
Surrender!
Escape!Counter attack!
Same trap!Different mask!
Same trap!Different path!
Same trap!Name it!
Face it!Track it back!
Choose one move
that breaks the pattern!Surrender!
Escape!Counterattack!
Same wound!
Same trap!**[Final Breakdown — crushing]**
Name the trap.
Feel the wound.Build the case.
Leave the roomdifferent
than I came in.Different
than the old skin.Name the trap.
Feel the wound.Build the case.
Make one movedifferent
than the fear says.Different
than the dead script.I do not kneel.
I do not run.I do not turn
into the gun.I do not kneel.
I do not run.I choose the move
the trap hates most.Stay present.
Speak plain.Breathe through.
Try again.Stay present.
Speak plain.Repeat until
the trap loses its name.**[Final gang vocal]**
SURRENDER!
ESCAPE!COUNTER ATTACK!
SAME TRAP!NAME IT!
FACE IT!TRACK IT BACK!
ONE NEW MOVE!
BREAK THE PATTERN!ONE NEW MOVE!
BREAK THE PATTERN!**[Outro — shouted / fading]**
Same wound.
Three masks.Now I know
the shape of the trap.I don’t kneel.
I don’t run.I don’t become
what hurt me. -
**Glitchy Switch**
**[Intro — spoken / tense]**
I don’t have
a deficit of attention.I have too much.
Too much signal.
Too much static.Too many doors
open at once.**[Band hit]**
Flip the switch.
**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
Brain lights up
then jumps the track.Hands on the work,
mind snaps back.Task in front,
storm inside.One good thought
turns teeth and bites.Build a world.
Miss the floor.Find one key.
Lose ten more.Start the job.
See the flaw.Now the flaw
becomes the law.Creative fire,
golden tool.Same bright spark
can make me cruel.Same deep well
that makes the artfloods the room
and drowns the start.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Glitchy switch!
Stuck in the wire!Flip it with movement!
Feed it with fire!Glitchy switch!
Jumping the track!Move the body!
Bring it back!Glitchy switch!
Name the loop!Don’t let the demon
drive the truth!Glitchy switch!
Set the frame!Aim the brain!
Break the chain!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
This is not lazy.
This is not dumb.This is not nothing
getting nothing done.This is the gear
that slips under load.This is the mind
that leaves the road.Default mode,
deep cave,old shame
misbehaves.Task brain,
front line,gets hijacked
by the same old sign.“You failed before.”
“You’ll fail again.”“You’re not built
like other men.”Chatterbox brain
with a knife in its teeth,selling old lies
as belief.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Glitchy switch!
Stuck in the wire!Flip it with movement!
Feed it with fire!Glitchy switch!
Jumping the track!Move the body!
Bring it back!Glitchy switch!
Name the loop!Don’t let the demon
drive the truth!Glitchy switch!
Set the frame!Aim the brain!
Break the chain!**[Break — stop-start]**
Don’t argue with the loop.Move.
Don’t worship the mood.
Move.
Don’t wait for the spark.
Move.
Strike the match
in the dark.**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
Walk it out.
Lift the weight.Change the room.
Shift the state.Breathe on purpose.
Count the reps.Break the spell
with body steps.Walk it out.
Lift the weight.Change the room.
Shift the state.This brain needs rails.
This fire needs aim.This switch needs hands
and a better frame.**[Gang vocal]**
MOVE TO FOCUS!**[Verse 3 — urgent / rising]**
Not a defect.
Not a crown.Aim the fire
or burn it down.Not a weakness.
Not excuse.Build the system
I can use.Dog walk.
Cold air.List on paper.
Clear one chair.Timer on.
Shoes tied.Small first move
to split the tide.Don’t fight fair
with a brain like this.Build the trap
for the glitchy switch.Don’t fight fair
with a brain like mine.Build the rails
and ride the line.**[Final Chorus — full band]**
Glitchy switch!
Stuck in the wire!Flip it with movement!
Feed it with fire!Glitchy switch!
Jumping the track!Move the body!
Bring it back!Glitchy switch!
Name the loop!Don’t let the demon
drive the truth!Glitchy switch!
Set the frame!Aim the brain!
Break the chain!**[Final Breakdown — crushing]**
I am not broken.
I am not blessed.I am not special
without the test.I am not broken.
I am not blessed.I need a method
for the mess.Switch gets stuck.
Body moves.Brain comes back
when action proves.Switch gets stuck.
Body moves.Brain comes back
when action proves.**[Final gang vocal]**
GLITCHY SWITCH!
MOVE TO FOCUS!GLITCHY SWITCH!
AIM THIS BRAIN!GLITCHY SWITCH!
MOVE TO FOCUS!BUILD THE RAILS!
BREAK THE CHAIN! -
**Pressure Zone**
**[Intro — spoken / tense]**
Too little pressure,
I rot.Too much pressure,
I break.But somewhere in the middle,
my brain wakes up.**[Band hit]**
Find the zone.
**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
Comfort zone,
soft cage.Same four walls,
same blank page.No spark.
No bite.Dead air
under safe light.Scroll and sink.
Drift and stall.Nothing asks,
so I give nothing at all.Brain goes dull.
Body goes slow.Fire gets buried
where nothing can grow.Then stress hits hard,
red line, red face,too much noise,
too little space.Deadlines screaming.
Money thin.Ten thoughts out
and no way in.Too little, I rot.
Too much, I break.Pressure zone,
I wake.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Comfort rots!
Pressure shapes!Stress zone breaks!
Pressure wakes!Too much crush!
Too little rust!Find the zone!
Build the trust!I don’t need easy!
I don’t need shame!I need pressure
to aim this brain!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
High expectations.
Big consequence.Overload building
on a broken fence.Lack of control.
Uncertainty.Work-life balance
pulling teeth.Time pressure.
Perfect plan.Miscommunication
burning in the hand.Mind starts trapping,
snap, snap, snap.Catastrophe map
on a one-way track.Mind reading faces.
All or nothing laws.Negative focus
with mechanical claws.Sideshow thinking,
old roles on stage:Hero.
Victim.
Protector.
Rage.Name the trap
before it owns.Name the pressure.
Name the zone.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Comfort rots!
Pressure shapes!Stress zone breaks!
Pressure wakes!Too much crush!
Too little rust!Find the zone!
Build the trust!I don’t need easy!
I don’t need shame!I need pressure
to aim this brain!**[Break — stop-start]**
What are my triggers?Name them!
What keeps me steady?
Claim it!
What do others see?
Ask it!
What can I do now?
Do it!
**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
Comfort is a cage
with a softer name.Stress is a fire
that burns the frame.Pressure is the place
where the muscle grows.Pressure is the line
where the old self goes.Too little, I rot.
Too much, I break.Pressure zone,
I wake.Too little, I rot.
Too much, I break.Pressure zone,
I wake.**[Gang vocal]**
PRESSURE ZONE!**[Verse 3 — urgent / rising]**
Breathe on purpose.
Feet on ground.Centre first
when the noise gets loud.Accept the facts.
Drop the fight.Not every spark
needs fixing tonight.Find the people
who share the load.One plus one
makes three on the road.Build on strength.
Check what’s true.Gratitude sharpens
the wider view.Clear vision.
Audacious goal.Small behaviours
make the whole.Ramp the good.
Mark the win.Let feedback
get under the skin.Zero harm.
Aim high.Coach beside me,
eyes on sky.Not comfort.
Not collapse.Pressure zone
brings me back.**[Final Chorus — full band]**
Comfort rots!
Pressure shapes!Stress zone breaks!
Pressure wakes!Too much crush!
Too little rust!Find the zone!
Build the trust!I don’t need easy!
I don’t need shame!I need pressure
to aim this brain!**[Final Breakdown — crushing]**
No more soft cage.
No more red line.No more wasting
this wired mind.No more proving
I can bleed.No more starving
what I need.Find the zone.
Build the rails.Name the trap.
Shift the scale.Find the zone.
Build the rails.Pressure wakes
when comfort fails.Too little, I rot.
Too much, I break.Pressure zone,
I wake.Too little, I rot.
Too much, I break.Pressure zone,
I wake.**[Final gang vocal]**
PRESSURE SHAPES!
STRESS ZONE BREAKS!PRESSURE SHAPES!
AIM THIS BRAIN!PRESSURE SHAPES!
STRESS ZONE BREAKS!PRESSURE ZONE!
WAKE THIS BRAIN!**[Outro — shouted]**
Comfort rots.
Stress breaks.Pressure shapes.
Pressure wakes.
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**Rules of Engagement**
**[Intro — spoken / feedback building]**
Rules of engagement.Health before ego.
Safety before pride.Tap before you break.
Breathe before you fight.**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
Step on the mat
with your eyes open.No need to prove
what is already broken.Enjoy the journey.
Don’t force the pace.No unnecessary pressure.
No reckless chase.Build the body.
Build the frame.Prehab the weakness.
Strengthen the chain.Mobility daily.
Breath in the chest.Train to improve,
not to impress.Don’t get cocky.
Don’t get loud.That’s when the injury
enters the crowd.Complacency creeps.
Confidence lies.Stay awake.
Stay wise.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Health over ego!
Safety over pride!Tap before you break!
Breathe before you fight!Health over ego!
Safety over pride!Stay the course!
Stay alive!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
Choose who you roll with.
Watch for the signs.Some people train.
Some people grind
their fear into others
and call it fight.Newbies get clumsy.
Egos get bright.Avoid the knuckleheads.
Avoid the fake tough.Avoid anyone
who treats bodies rough.Have the courage
to say no.If you don’t guard your safety,
who will?
Who knows?Know how to fall.
Know where to land.Know where not
to put your hand.Break fall.
Move well.Learn from the pressure
before it turns hell.Warm up.
Stretch out.Hydrate.
Breathe out.Stay composed.
No need to rush.Panic is loud.
Control is hush.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Health over ego!
Safety over pride!Tap before you break!
Breathe before you fight!Health over ego!
Safety over pride!Stay the course!
Stay alive!**[Break — stop-start]**
Distance is your first friend.Closeness is your second.
Distance is your first friend.
Closeness is your second.
Keep it tight.
No space to counter.Keep it tight.
No space to counter.**[Verse 3 — shouted / driving]**
Study escapes.
Master defence.The way out
is evidence.The way out
is discipline.The way out
is where you begin.Don’t chase belts.
Chase the work.Don’t chase rank.
Return to the dirt.Measure effort.
Measure control.Measure the things
that keep you whole.You don’t decide
when they grade your name.You decide
if you return again.Progress is quiet.
Progress is slow.Progress is showing up
when nobody knows.**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
People before you
will quit.People beside you
will quit.People after you
will quit.Stay.
People before you
will quit.People beside you
will quit.People after you
will quit.Stay.
**[Gang vocal]**
Stay the course!**[Verse 4 — urgent / rising]**
First six months,
hardest climb.White belt pressure.
Beginner mind.Feel inadequate.
Feel outclassed.Feel the mountain.
Let it pass.There will always
be someone better.There will always
be heavier weather.But consistency
cuts through the doubt.Stay in the room.
Work it out.Nothing good
comes from quitting.Nothing bad
comes from committing.Not every reason
is fake or weak,but if you can stay,
stay on your feet.**[Final Chorus — full band / gang vocals]**
Health over ego!
Safety over pride!Tap before you break!
Breathe before you fight!Health over ego!
Safety over pride!Stay the course!
Stay alive!**[Final Breakdown — slower / crushing]**
The finest sword
is heated and hammered.The finest sword
is heated and hammered.Heated.
Hammered.Heated.
Hammered.Warrior in a garden.
Gardener in a war.Train for peace.
Prepare for more.Warrior in a garden.
Gardener in a war.Train for peace.
Prepare for more.**[Outro — spoken / fading]**
Rules of engagement.Health before ego.
Safety before pride.Tap before you break.
Breathe before you fight.
Stay the course.
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**Covert Contract**
**[Intro — spoken / tense]**
I thought I was giving clean.But under the gift
there was a line I never said.Under the help
there was a hand reaching back.Under the good man
there was a hidden ask.**[Band hit]**
Say the need.
**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
I cooked the meal.
I cleaned the room.I held the house
against the gloom.I packed the bag.
I walked the dog.I kept my pain
under the job.Good man.
Safe hands.No demands.
No demands.But somewhere quiet,
under skin,I kept a ledger
locked within.Every task
became a plea.Every favour
looked back at me.Every time
you didn’t see,resentment sharpened
inside me.**[Pre-Chorus — build]**
I called it love.
Some of it was.I called it care.
Some of it was.But mixed in deep
where fear had slept,I gave to get
and called it debt.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Covert contract!
Hidden chain!I gave to get
then called it pain!Say the need!
Drop the mask!No more gifts
with a hidden ask!Covert contract!
End the game!Give clean!
Ask plain!No more score!
No more trap!Open hand!
No knife in back!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
I wanted touch,
but made you tea.Wanted desire,
did laundry.Wanted closeness,
kept the peace.Wanted hunger,
folded sheets.Wanted words,
but swallowed mine.Wanted your heart,
gave you time.Wanted to matter,
wanted to be seen,so I made myself useful
and called that clean.But useful
is not wanted.Helpful
is not held.Quiet
is not honest.Nice
can still be hell.If I hide the need,
the need goes sour.If I hide the hurt,
it gathers power.If I hide the truth
to keep things calm,I turn my open hand
into a bomb.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Covert contract!
Hidden chain!I gave to get
then called it pain!Say the need!
Drop the mask!No more gifts
with a hidden ask!Covert contract!
End the game!Give clean!
Ask plain!No more score!
No more trap!Open hand!
No knife in back!**[Break — stop-start]**
What do I want?Say it.
What do I need?
Name it.
What did I give?
Own it.
What did I expect?
Show it.
**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
No more silent deal.No more hidden debt.
No more doing good
with a hook in it.No more martyr mask.
No more victim throne.
No more making love
a loan.No more silent deal.
No more hidden debt.
No more doing good
with a hook in it.If I need touch,
I ask for touch.If I need rest,
I ask for rest.If I need love,
I don’t make tests.If I need truth,
I speak it direct.**[Gang vocal]**
SPEAK IT DIRECT!**[Verse 3 — urgent / rising]**
This is not becoming cruel.This is not becoming stone.
This is not burning down
the good I’ve grown.This is not
“take and run.”This is not
“me first, all done.”This is integration.
This is spine.This is heart
with a boundary line.I can give
without disappearing.I can care
without volunteeringto be empty,
to be used,to be praised
or feel abused.I can love
and still say no.I can stay
or I can go.I can want
without a scheme.I can be kind
and still be seen.**[Final Chorus — full band]**
Covert contract!
Hidden chain!I gave to get
then called it pain!Say the need!
Drop the mask!No more gifts
with a hidden ask!Covert contract!
End the game!Give clean!
Ask plain!No more score!
No more trap!Open hand!
No knife in back!**[Final Breakdown — crushing]**
I kept the peace
and fed the war.I closed my mouth
and kept the score.I kept the peace
and fed the war.Now I won’t do that
anymore.Give clean.
Ask clear.Stand close.
No fear.Give clean.
Ask clear.Love without
the ledger here.Give clean.
Ask clear.Stand close.
No fear.No more contract.
No more chain.No more hiding
need in pain.**[Final gang vocal]**
GIVE CLEAN!
ASK CLEAR!GIVE CLEAN!
ASK CLEAR!NO MORE CONTRACT!
NO MORE CHAIN!SAY THE NEED!
END THE GAME!**[Outro — shouted / fading]**
I thought I was giving clean.Now I know
where the hook had been.So I pull it out.
Open hand.
Begin again.
-
**Fighting Nothing**
**[Intro — spoken / feedback building]**
Head in hands.
Paint fumes.
Brain bruised.A headache
or depression.A sickness
or just thinking too much.So I got up.
**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
In the dream
I was fighting.Doubt.
Fear.
Blood.
Control.The world
and everything
that tries
to own my soul.Something mechanical.
Something indestructible.Something I could not win against.
Something that hit back
harder than I could even think
of hitting.Something that could not die.
But at least
when I was fighting,
I was happy.At least
when I was fighting,
I knew where
to put my hands.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Fighting nothing!
Losing to the air!Fighting nothing!
No enemy there!Give me a mountain!
Give me a wall!Give me a monster
with a name I can call!Fighting nothing!
Head full of noise!Heart full of art
and no meaningful choice!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
Routine bites down.
Day repeats.Breakfast.
Shit.
Shower.
Teeth.Lessons learned
without a fight
turn to dust
by morning light.Watch another hero
learn the thing.Read another book
and feel nothing.Information
without scars.Knowledge trapped
behind bars.They say get real.
Get clean.
Get paid.Get a haircut.
Get remade.Job ad.
Toolbox.
Safe bet.
Dead face.Take your place
in the machine
and call that grace.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Fighting nothing!
Losing to the air!Fighting nothing!
No enemy there!Give me a mountain!
Give me a wall!Give me a monster
with a name I can call!Fighting nothing!
Head full of noise!Heart full of art
and no meaningful choice!**[Break — stop-start]**
I am not
an efficient tool.I am not
an efficient tool.I am not
an efficient tool.I am not
an efficient tool.**[Verse 3 — shouted / driving]**
So I walk
to escape the thought.Walk till the body
stops feeling caught.Walk till the streets
go thin and strange.Walk till the weight
in my chest gets changed.Bag on my back
I don’t remember packing.Spray cans clacking.
Old bread cracking.Cut stencils.
Dead messages.Fingers coloured
by evidence.Deface.
Beautify.Leave the mark
and leave the lie.Empty the can.
Empty the head.Rainbow dries
on hands half-dead.**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
I am not a haircut.
I am not a job ad.I am not a bookmark
for a life I never asked for.I am not a leech.
I am not a waste.I am not wrong
for wanting shape.I am not nothing.
I am not nothing.I am not nothing.
So why am I
fighting nothing?**[Gang vocal]**
Name the fight!**[Final Chorus — full band]**
Fighting nothing!
Losing to the air!Fighting nothing!
No enemy there!Give me a mountain!
Give me a wall!Give me a monster
with a name I can call!Fighting nothing!
Head full of noise!Heart full of art
and no meaningful choice!**[Final Breakdown — slower / crushing]**
Name the fight.
Name the wound.Make the void
leave the room.Name the fight.
Name the wound.Make the void
leave the room.If I’m fighting nothing,
then nothing gets named.If I’m fighting nothing,
then nothing gets maimed.**[Outro — spoken / fading]**
Head in hands.
Paint fumes.
Brain bruised.I thought I was fighting nothing.
But maybe
nothing
was fighting me too. -
**Hollowed Out**
**[Intro — spoken / tense]**
Surface happy.
Dessert joy.
Sugar high.
Empty noise.There is something deeper.
There is something
on the other side
of pain.**[Verse 1 — punk-rap / shouted]**
Does this make me happy?
Wrong first question.Does this make me stronger?
Start the lesson.Does this make me better?
Does this make me true?Does this carve out space
for something new?Life is not dessert.
Life is not a prize.Life is not a drug
for tired eyes.Meal over sugar.
Depth over shine.Root over flower.
Spine over smile.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Hollowed out!
Filled up!Cut down!
Built up!Hollowed out!
Filled up!Burnt ground!
Still grows!You can only hold
what the wound makes room for!You can only hold
what the wound makes room for!**[Verse 2 — fast / driving]**
You want no struggle?
You want no scar?You want deep joy
without digging that far?You want full lungs
but no hard breath?You want rebirth
but no old death?Pain is not holy.
Pain is not king.Pain does not bless you
just by happening.But if it cuts,
then clean the blade.If it hollows,
choose what stays.Don’t fill the hole
with rot and rage.Don’t build a shrine
to the damage made.Make it a well.
Make it a room.Make it a place
where the good breaks through.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Hollowed out!
Filled up!Cut down!
Built up!Hollowed out!
Filled up!Burnt ground!
Still grows!You can only hold
what the wound makes room for!You can only hold
what the wound makes room for!**[Break — stop-start]**
Deeper than happy.Deeper than ease.
Deeper than comfort
on borrowed knees.Deeper than coping.
Deeper than numb.
Deeper than running
from what you become.**[Verse 3 — shouted]**
Struggle and joy,
two sides of the coin.One makes the hollow.
One fills the void.Surface says leave.
Surface says run.Surface says chase
the easiest sun.But growth says stay
until truth is clear.Growth says name
what’s living here.Growth says move
when staying makes rot.Growth says fight
for what comfort forgot.This is not weakness.
This is not doubt.This is the sound
of being hollowed out.**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
Hollowed out!Not emptied!
Hollowed out!
Made ready!
Hollowed out!
Not broken!
Hollowed out!
Cut open!
You can only be filled
as deep as you’ve been hollowed.You can only be filled
as deep as you’ve been hollowed.So fill it with truth.
Fill it with fire.Fill it with hands
that lift you higher.Fill it with work.
Fill it with breath.Fill it with life
that outlasts death.**[Final Chorus — gang vocals / full band]**
Hollowed out!
Filled up!Cut down!
Built up!Hollowed out!
Filled up!Burnt ground!
Still grows!You can only hold
what the wound makes room for!You can only hold
what the wound makes room for!**[Final Breakdown — slower]**
Surface happy
won’t save me.Easy comfort
won’t raise me.Hollowed out,
but not erased.Hollowed out,
now filled with grace.Hard-won grace
with a bloodied face.Hollowed out.
Filled up.Cut down.
Built up.**[Outro — spoken / fading]**
I thought happiness
was the whole thing.Then suffering
made the room bigger.Now I want joy
deep enough
to live there. -
**No More Solo War**
[Cold intro — gang vocals]
Gather your squad.
Gather your brothers.Gather your men at arms.
No more solo war.Gather your squad.
Gather your brothers.Tell them where your armour cracks.
No more solo war.[Band hit]
No more solo war.[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]
Shame said,
hide the evidence.Fear said,
fight it alone.Rust grows quiet
under old armour.Weak spots spread
when they’re never known.Good face.
Clean hands.Locked jaw.
Solo plan.Smile by day.
Bleed by night.Call it strength
when it’s only fright.Polish the plate.
Cover the scar.Stand like the wound
didn’t go that far.But a hidden crack
can split in battle.A loose strap
can break the saddle.We were never built
for the lone wolf myth.Never built
for the silent abyss.Never built
to bleed unseen.I need a line
standing next to me.[Pre-Chorus — rising]
Tell them where
the armour splits.Tell them where
the blade got in.A brother can’t cover
what you hide.A shield line needs to know
your weaker side.[Chorus — gang vocals]
No more solo war!
Gather the line!Shoulder to shoulder!
Side by side!No more solo war!
Tell them the truth!Let the real ones
stand with you!No more solo war!
No hidden wound!No polished plate
over rusted truth!No more solo war!
Gather the line!I don’t heal alone!
I don’t fight alone![Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]
Tell the small truth.
Let it land.One real sentence
in a brother’s hand.Not the whole wound.
Not all at once.One loose strap
from the hidden front.Say,
I’m angry.Say,
I’m scared.Say,
I needed help
and nobody was there.Say,
I messed up.Say,
I lied.Say,
I kept my visor down
while I broke inside.Then watch the line.
Do they run?Does the sky crack?
Does the war come undone?No.
Breath comes back.
Chest unlocks.Shame loses shape
when the witness talks.A weakness named
is a place to guard.A man known true
can still stand tall.No mask.
No myth.
No fall.[Chorus — bigger]
No more solo war!
Gather the line!Shoulder to shoulder!
Side by side!No more solo war!
Tell them the truth!Let the real ones
stand with you!No more solo war!
No hidden wound!No polished plate
over rusted truth!No more solo war!
Gather the line!I don’t heal alone!
I don’t fight alone![Break — stop-start / crowd chant]
Name it.Show it.
Guard it.
Know it.
Stand up.
Stay near.
Tell them
where you disappear.Hold fast.
Hold ground.
Don’t go down
without a sound.[Verse 3 — urgent / rising]
On the training ground,
no one is clean.Sweat on the floor.
Fear between knees.Tap once.
Stand twice.Learn the move
by paying the price.Novice truth.
No pretend.Someone stronger
lets you begin again.Then one day
someone newer comes through,and the thing you learned
gets handed on too.That’s the circle.
That’s the proof.You become shelter
by telling the truth.Not above them.
Not below.Side by side
is how we grow.Be inspired.
Then inspire.Pass the spark
back to the fire.Be carried.
Then carry.Make the lonely
less necessary.Learn it.
Then teach it.Take the hand.
Give the hand.No one heals
as a self-made man.[Breakdown — half-time / heavy but hopeful]
A brother can’t guard
what I will not show.A shield can’t cover
what no one knows.A brother can’t guard
what I will not show.So I name the crack
and I hold the row.If I hide it,
it rusts me.If I name it,
it changes.If I share it,
it strengthens.If I face it,
it moves.If I teach it,
it teaches me too.If I hold you,
I’m held by you.[Gang vocal]
HELD BY YOU![Final Chorus — full band / gang vocals]
No more solo war!
Gather the line!Shoulder to shoulder!
Side by side!No more solo war!
Tell them the truth!Let the real ones
stand with you!No more solo war!
No hidden wound!No polished plate
over rusted truth!No more solo war!
Gather the line!I don’t heal alone!
I don’t fight alone![Final gang vocal]
NO MORE SOLO WAR!GATHER THE LINE!
SHAME CAN’T HIDE
WHEN THE CRACK IS KNOWN!NO MORE SOLO WAR!
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER!
I DON’T HEAL
ALONE ANYMORE!NO MORE SOLO WAR!
GATHER YOUR BROTHERS!
I DON’T FIGHT
ALONE ANYMORE![Outro — shouted / fading]
Shame said,
hide the evidence.Fear said,
fight it alone.Truth said,
gather your people.Tell them where
the armour broke.No more solo war.
-
**Integrated**
**[Intro — spoken / tense]**
I split myself
to stay acceptable.Softness here.
Anger underground.Want locked up.
Voice shut down.No more exile.
**[Band hit]**
All parts back.
**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
Clean face.
Locked jaw.Smile stitched
over raw.Held back.
Stayed small.Called that peace.
Called that all.Anger in the basement.
Fear in the roof.Need in the cupboard
kept away from truth.Desire in a locked room.
Grief under glass.Voice in the throat
trying not to ask.I cut off fire
to look controlled.Cut off hunger
to be good as gold.Cut off force
to not become harm.Cut off heat
and called it calm.But a man cut up
cannot stand.A heart divided
cannot land.A life in pieces
cannot lead.So I call back
every part of me.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
All parts!
Same name!No more exile!
No more shame!Whole heart!
Clear spine!Every shadow
back in line!All parts!
Same blood!Feet in dirt!
Eyes above!Integrated!
No disguise!Whole man standing!
Open eyes!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
Bring back anger
with clean hands.Bring back hunger
with grown-man plans.Bring back wanting
without the lies.Bring back sadness
with open eyes.Bring back courage.
Bring back play.Bring back the words
I buried away.Bring back the body.
Bring back breath.Bring back the life
I left for dead.Not every fire
has to burn the house.Not every truth
has to leave the mouthlike a weapon,
like a blade,like every wound
needs to be repaid.Anger can guard.
Fear can warn.Grief can show
where love was torn.Want can point.
Joy can steer.Shame gets smaller
when truth stands near.**[Chorus — bigger]**
All parts!
Same name!No more exile!
No more shame!Whole heart!
Clear spine!Every shadow
back in line!All parts!
Same blood!Feet in dirt!
Eyes above!Integrated!
No disguise!Whole man standing!
Open eyes!**[Break — stop-start]**
Softness!Mine!
Anger!
Mine!
Wanting!
Mine!
Grieving!
Mine!
Courage!
Mine!
Fear!
Mine!
Body!
Mine!
Voice!
Mine!
**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
I don’t need
to amputateevery part of me
that learned to ache.I don’t need
to decoratethe wound
and call that fate.I don’t need
to disappearto prove
that I am safe.I don’t need
to lose myselfto earn
somebody’s grace.**[Gang vocal]**
ALL PARTS BACK!**[Verse 3 — urgent / rising]**
On the mat,
I meet the pressure.Tap out once.
Come back better.White belt truth.
Two stripe proof.No pretending
under pressure.Barnaby road.
Morrinsville rain.Maia laughing
through my name.Small-town roots.
Big old ache.Still I rise
with what remains.Maker hands.
Father chest.Fighter breath.
Need for rest.Writer brain.
Broken sleep.Still the vow
is mine to keep.Not to be perfect.
Not to be pure.Not to be harmless
anymore.To be responsible
for what I bring.To own the wound
without letting it singevery note,
every line,every song
inside my mind.I can carry
what is truewithout becoming
what hurt me too.**[Final Chorus — full band]**
All parts!
Same name!No more exile!
No more shame!Whole heart!
Clear spine!Every shadow
back in line!All parts!
Same blood!Feet in dirt!
Eyes above!Integrated!
No disguise!Whole man standing!
Open eyes!**[Final Breakdown — crushing]**
No more exile
in my own skin.No more war
with the parts within.No more exile
in my own skin.Gather the pieces.
Begin again.Soft hand.
Steel spine.Open heart.
Clear line.Soft hand.
Steel spine.Whole man.
Whole life.I am the grief.
I am the flame.I am the fear
that learned my name.I am the love.
I am the fight.I am the one
who stays in sight.All parts.
Same name.All parts.
Same name.Integrated.
Whole.
**[Final gang vocal]**
ALL PARTS!
SAME NAME!NO MORE EXILE!
NO MORE SHAME!SOFT HAND!
STEEL SPINE!INTEGRATED!
WHOLE LIFE!**[Outro — shouted / fading]**
I split myself
to stay acceptable.Now I gather
what was mine. -
**You Are More**
**[Intro — spoken / feedback building]**
Young.
Unknowing.Growing mind.
Flesh and bone.Son.
Now father.Unfound.
Forever after.**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
Undone in an instant,
viewpoint broken,
diminished.Shunned by the past,
structures not built to last.Fast success.
Fast failure.
Foundations built
on misbehaviour.Misbegotten.
Core rotten.
Blocked out.
Forgotten.But now build.
Build again.Take heed
of true friends.Make them pillars.
Make them stone.Do not try
to stand alone.**[Pre-Chorus — build]**
Use those hands
for building.Use those hands
for more.Level your ground.
Stomp the dirt.
Stomp the hurt
into the floor.Till the soil.
Till the turmoil.
Till the pride.Till there is nothing
but your field is wide.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
You are more!
Know for sure!You are more!
More than the war!You are Moore!
Know for sure!Son of a slayer,
but built for more!Build again!
Stand your ground!Break the old!
Burn it down!Build again!
Stand your ground!You are more!
You are Moore!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
Place the foundations.
Dig deep through frustration.Find your pillars.
Name them.
Place them.Fear and doubt,
erase them.Old shame,
don’t obey it.Injured pride,
don’t replay it.False ties,
cut away.Old lies,
let them decay.You are not the worst thing
that your hands have held.You are not the old name
someone else compelled.You are not the damage.
You are not the debt.You are not finished.
Not yet.**[Chorus — bigger]**
You are more!
Know for sure!You are more!
More than the war!You are Moore!
Know for sure!Son of a slayer,
but built for more!Build again!
Stand your ground!Break the old!
Burn it down!Build again!
Stand your ground!You are more!
You are Moore!**[Break — stop-start / shouted]**
Rein that anger.Lash it
to the plow.Make it horsepower.
This is your chariot now.
Rein that anger.
Lash it
to the plow.Make it horsepower.
This is your chariot now.
**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
Do not bow
to self-destruction.Do not bow
to desolation.Do not bow
to base impulse.Do not bow
to reduction.Do not bow.
Do not bow.Do not bow.
Do not bow.You are more.
**[Gang vocal]**
You are more!**[Verse 3 — urgent / shouted]**
More than a player,
played out.Son of a slayer,
called out.More than a body,
worn down.More than a name
dragged through the ground.More than the story
written in blood.More than the hunger.
More than the mud.More than the damage
you came from.More than the shadow
you run from.Reignite.
Shine a light.Now begins
the true fight.This is a fight
with the self.This fight is worth
more than wealth.This fight
is a fight
for your health.Fight free
of false ties.Fight free
of old lies.Fight free
of injured pride.Fight.
Break what binds.Free your mind.
**[Final Chorus — full band / gang vocals]**
You are more!
Know for sure!You are more!
More than the war!You are Moore!
Know for sure!Son of a slayer,
but built for more!Build again!
Stand your ground!Break the old!
Burn it down!Build again!
Stand your ground!You are more!
You are Moore!**[Final Breakdown — slower / crushing]**
Lash it to the plow.
Make it horsepower.Lash it to the plow.
This is your chariot now.Lash it to the plow.
Make it horsepower.Do not bow.
Do not bow.Son of a slayer,
but built for more.Son of a slayer,
but built for more.**[Outro — spoken / fading]**
Young,
for you are still young.Look back on this.
You will find
your journey
has just begun. -
**Collection of True Things**
**[Intro — spoken / feedback building]**
How can you analyse the spirit
without maiming it?How can you search the mind
and still survive the dig?Maim away.
**[Gang vocal]**
Maim away!**[Verse 1 — fast / shouted]**
Toxic memories
blister the brain.Mind-numbing pen moving
eases pain.Things become written.
Things become clear.Kill time in the dark
while the truth gets near.I asked for the blows
that would fall the hardest.Tell me my faults.
Tell me where the scars sit.Some spoke clear.
Some hid in jokes.Some words were knives.
Some words were smoke.Take what rings true.
Throw out the rest.Not every voice
gets into your chest.Take what rings true.
Let the dead words fall.You are not built
from their mouths at all.**[Pre-Chorus — build]**
Do not hold
sharp words.Do not hold
sharp words.They cut the hand
that keeps them.They cut the heart
that feeds them.**[Chorus — gang vocals]**
Collection of true things!
Gather what stays!Collection of true things!
Burn what decays!Know yourself!
Show yourself!No one else
can own yourself!Collection of true things!
Gather what stays!Collection of true things!
Break the old ways!**[Verse 2 — punk-rap rhythm]**
Like breeds like.
Hate breeds hate.Anger comes back
with a heavier weight.Love leads love
if you let it move.Break the cycle.
Choose what you choose.Don’t blindly react
to the strike and the sting.That just feeds
the same old thing.Stop.
Think.Breathe.
Blink.Reverse the river
before you sink.We are gardeners
of the inner self.Weed out rot.
Guard your health.Beauty can live
in an overgrown place,but the light gets through
when you clear some space.**[Chorus — bigger]**
Collection of true things!
Gather what stays!Collection of true things!
Burn what decays!Know yourself!
Show yourself!No one else
can own yourself!Collection of true things!
Gather what stays!Collection of true things!
Break the old ways!**[Break — stop-start]**
Don’t let them name you.Don’t let them frame you.
Don’t let them claim you.
Don’t let them tame you.
Don’t let them feed you
a life that is not yours.Don’t let them lead you
through somebody else’s door.**[Verse 3 — shouted / driving]**
Ask the hard questions.
Seek hard answers.Fear spreads fast
like a sickness, like cancer.No one else
can tell you who you are.They can point.
They can cut.
They can name your scars.But the self is a thing
you have to seek.Truth in the bone.
Blood in the teeth.Take what builds.
Leave what breaks.Let false voices
starve at the gates.Be yourself
without begging permission.Show yourself
with precision.True friends stay
when the mask comes off.False ones leave.
Let them get lost.**[Breakdown — half-time / heavy]**
Take the driver’s seat.Take the driver’s seat.
Feel the fear
and do it anyway.Take the driver’s seat.
Take the driver’s seat.
Feel the fear
and do it anyway.Weed the garden.
Clear the ground.Weed the garden.
Cut it down.Truth stays.
Lies rot.Truth stays.
Lies rot.**[Gang vocal]**
Truth stays!**[Verse 4 — urgent / rising]**
Words cut deeper
than fists ever could.So don’t keep knives
and call them good.Discard what destroys.
Reject what deforms.Hold to the shelter.
Walk through the storm.You are not meaningless.
You are not waste.You are not only
the worst thing they taste.You are not the joke.
You are not the doubt.You are the voice
that made it out.Maim the lie.
Name the wound.Clear the mind.
Make the room.Know yourself.
Show yourself.No one else
can own yourself.**[Final Chorus — full band / gang vocals]**
Collection of true things!
Gather what stays!Collection of true things!
Burn what decays!Know yourself!
Show yourself!No one else
can own yourself!Collection of true things!
Gather what stays!Collection of true things!
Break the old ways!**[Final Breakdown — slower / crushing]**
Do not hold
sharp words.They will cut you.
Do not hold
dead names.They will haunt you.
Do not hold
old hate.It becomes you.
Break the cycle.
Break the cycle.Break the cycle.
**[Outro — spoken / fading]**
How can you analyse the spirit
without maiming it?Carefully.
But still —
maim away.