Love? What? That’s a sickness, a glitch in the system,

A trick with a twist just to twist up a victim.

A script that they flipped, but the ink's dry, missin’

The logic—it’s toxic, a myth that they christened.

Heartbeats? Nah, just a faulty alarm—

A chemical trick, it ain't part of the charm.

They preach it like gospel, but look where they are—

Divorces and courtrooms, just battlin’ scars.

You call it a bond? I call it a cage,

A leash on your neck just to soften the rage.

A game where they set you to bet on the pain,

Then laugh while you drown in emotional chains.

Rip it, I get it, I’m sick of the fiction,

They flip it, I’m wicked, I rip up the system,

A gimmick, a limit, a trick for the timid,

I kill it, no filler, I spin it, no pivot.

Minimal cynical criminal, pinning no principle,

Dig in the syllables, slit ‘em, it’s clinical,

Digital chemical, typical pinnacle,

Love is a myth and it’s livin’ identical.

Sick of the cinema, scripts full of sentiment,

Sentences venomous, rippin’ the Genesis,

Breakin’ the premises, takin’ no benefits,

Love is a sedative, death is the nemesis.

Trip in a minute, I flip it, I spin it,

I rip it, no limit, no gimmick, no spirit,

Love is a prison, I’m pickin’ the digits,

I’m glitchin’ the system, I’m sick of the image.

Sympathy? Miss me, I’m stiff with the wrist-piece,

Kill ‘em with six-speed, shift like a six-speed,

Flick it to fifth, leave dust in the slipstream,

Love ain’t a risk, it’s a rip in the big screen.

Snip it, I zip it, no stitchin’, I split it,

I’m drippin’, no slippin’, the vision is vivid,

Admit it, you mimic, the limit’s acidic,

Keep your hands, I’m done with chasin’

If it’s real, then why’s it changin’?

Love is smoke, and I’m not waitin’

What’s the rush? What’s the need? What’s the price you really bleed?

Is it love or just a habit? Just a leash you wanna feed?

Is it fear of bein’ lonely? Just a way to kill the quiet?

Do you love ‘em or just love the way they listen when you’re cryin’?

Is it trust or just tradition? Just a script you gotta follow?

Is it real or just a comfort when the nights are feelin’ hollow?

If it’s fate, then why’s it fragile? If it’s strong, then why’s it break?

If it’s pure, then why’s it poison when it turns into a cage?

They said love was all or nothin’

Built it up, but watched it crumble

Chased the dream, but kept on runnin’

Never questioned, never stumbled

Kept on searchin’, kept on fallin’

Found the fire, lost the warnin’

Wrote their names but left ‘em burnin’

…Or at least, that’s what I heard this mornin’.