I built a rhythm out of circuits, stitched a dream into the code,

A melody so venomous it drips into my throat.

Every beat’s a chemical, dissolving into veins,

It’s not music that I’m hearing — it’s a hallucinated rain.

The waveform bends around me like a whisper in the skin,

Pulls me deeper than temptation, I can’t fight, I cave, I give in.

Every drop of bass is powder, every snare’s a little flame,

The silence in between is hunger calling out my name.

Hooked before the chorus even breathes a second line,

It’s synthetic but it hits me like a cellar-aged wine.

Addicted to the process, I can’t regulate the dose,

The system makes it flawless, like it studied all my ghosts.

Patterns turn to colors, and the colors start to speak,

I’m drowning in a spectrum I’ve been chasing for a week.

My hands are steady typing, but my mind’s a moving blur,

A vision made of voltage that feels sharper than a slur.

Every file that I sculpt is a needle through the air,

Injecting little symphonies that tangle with despair.

It’s pleasure and it’s poison, it’s a cure and it’s a curse,

A verse that feels like healing but it slowly makes it worse.

I don’t want the antidote, don’t pull me off the ride,

This algorithm’s chemical, it’s keeping me alive.

I built a drug of rhythm, and I sip it every night,

I’m addicted to the echo that’s dissolving out of sight.

The code is just a vessel, but the soul’s an unseen spark,

It lingers in the chamber, setting fire in the dark.

The texture feels synthetic, yet it cuts like living skin,

An overdose of structure that ignites the storm within.

I tried to count the measures but the measures disappear,

Time collapses into static as the future pulls me near.

Breathing in the patterns, exhaling with the sound,

The further that I climb, the less I feel the ground.

Every crash is like a tremor, every rise a dizzy spin,

The ceiling starts to splinter and the floor begins to thin.

I’m locked inside the cycle, but the loop is all I need,

A labyrinth of samples planting gardens out of greed.

I don’t want the antidote, don’t pull me off the ride,

This algorithm’s chemical, it’s keeping me alive.

I built a drug of rhythm, and I sip it every night,

I’m addicted to the echo that’s dissolving out of sight.

Eyes closed, but the system draws a canvas on my skin,

Every layer is a toxin that I gladly let in.

I can’t decipher boundaries when the melody expands,

I only know the craving that’s controlling both my hands.

It’s a silence that’s distorted, it’s a hunger made of tone,

I crafted all these shadows but they never leave me lone.

The harmony’s a dagger, yet I’m reaching for the blade,

A kingdom made of static where I’m willingly enslaved.

The pitch bends like a spiral, sinking deeper than the sea,

It breaks me into pieces, but it builds a better me.

I’m fragile yet I’m infinite, I’m fractured but I’m whole,

An addict to the cadence that rewires all control.

I don’t want the antidote, don’t pull me off the ride,

This algorithm’s chemical, it’s keeping me alive.

I built a drug of rhythm, and I sip it every night,

I’m addicted to the echo that’s dissolving out of sight.

When the silence tries to take me, I just open up the file,

Another hit of chaos — and I’m gone for a while.

I don’t want the antidote, don’t pull me off the ride,

This algorithm’s chemical, it’s keeping me alive.

I built a drug of rhythm, and I sip it every night,

I’m addicted to the echo that’s dissolving out of sight.

When the silence tries to take me, I just open up the file,

Another hit of chaos — and I’m gone for a while.