No antidote

Don’t

No antidote

Won’t

Keep that cut that

Keep that cut that

No antidote

Don’t

Basement glow, face froze, blink slow, skin cold

Stockholm stare in a loop, same code, been sold

Lock load, no road, same zone, no roam

Ping low, no tone, still feel like home

Names fade, frame shade, light low, lane closed

I pick what plays, what stays, you don’t know

Exit ghost, path gone, map spin, back loop

Dead route, no proof, still stuck in that room

Cut doors, kept walls, dead air, sealed tomb

No breath, no step, no way to resume

You call it stuck, I refine, retune

I mute the bloom, I consume that room

Climb once, slip twice, same slope, slide down

Soft lock hum, low buzz in the walls right now

Flat sky, no time, no night, no noon

I made the room, now the room made you

No antidote

Don’t

No antidote

Won’t

Keep that cut that

Keep that cut that

No antidote

Don’t

Lobby split, no link, no sync, no cross

Same tick, same drift, same glitch, same loss

Click click, no stick, no grip, no land

Tap back, no lag, just dead command

I don’t block, I blur, I thin, I dim

Less you see, more you loop within

High gets clipped, low stays loud

Flood one side, let the rest just drown

Rank don’t move but you still queue in

Same spin, same skin, same loop you in

Press hard, no start, won’t pick shit

Dead gate, locked state, I built it

Side path sealed, slow drag, no shift

Chase break, snap back, no lift

Name don’t light, no ping, no hit

You hold that hope, I kill that shit

I let it rot, let it lock, let it loop, then it bloom in a pattern

Cut the past, cut the path, now it flat, now it float, nothing matters

Clip it, trim it, limit the signal, I strip it to bone then I scatter

You want an antidote just to remember, I don’t remember

Slide when you climb, you drift in the render, I center the pressure

Time never ticks, I freeze it and keep it together

Break what you call fix, make it persist, I twist it to better

You call it broken, I made that shit settle forever

No cure in me, I set the weather

Cold by design, you move through never

No antidote

Don’t

No antidote

Won’t

Dead calm, no crowd

No route, fall down

No antidote

Don’t

Same map

No way out