[Intro] (Cello Solo) Half-time No marching band No confetti cannons No miracle speech (Just ringing) Tick Tick Oh good, still here Huh [Verse 1](Cello Solo) Half-time in the chokehold, mascot smiling with a migraine Wait to the crowd, show teeth, don't show teeth Scoreboard's flickering, numbers don't behave Funny thing is I'm winning the decaying Olympic pace Clap for me, go on, that's it Validation tastes like something microwaved twice and served with plastic forks Be authentic, right? Let me laminate the trauma barcode, the breakdown Limited edition nervous system now available in tour merch Step right up, split screen in my skull Left side preaching purpose, right side finna pull the plug on the circuit Relax, knock from the ledge, from the illusion that applause equals substance I don't need half-time oranges, I need quiet I need less digital affection and more internal riot Ribcage rattling like luggage on a carousel Press smile, dead eyes, sell it well [Chorus](Cello Solo) It's half-time and the hero's hollow Half-time, cheer while I swallow Half-time, kneel, clap, follow Half-time, watch me applaud my own unravel Half-time and the hero's hollow Half-time, cheer while I swallow Half-time, kneel, clap, follow Half-time, watch me applaud my own unravel [Verse 2] You ever feel like your thoughts have contracts you didn't sign? Working overtime shifts inside a skull that won't clock out, yeah Same, every compliment sounds like surveillance We love your pain, can you make it dance? Sure, let me yodel through a panic, quantize the shame Crop the ugly bits, keep it frame-friendly Redemption arcs sell well in Q4 But I'm so stuck in the origin story arguing with the narrator Brain like a courtroom with no judge, no verdict Just echo, echo, echo that won't budge I sprint barefoot through my own cognition Glass thoughts slicing at repetition You won't last, you won't last, you won't Maybe I won't But half-time is an engine, it's loading And I'm done playing polite [Chorus] Half-time, split grin wide Half-time, cracked the sky Half-time, thin skin, sharp eyes Half-time, second half, no saving, no sermon Just me deciding [Outro] No trophy, no choir Just signal and wire Tick Tick (Cello Solo) Tick Tick (Cello Solo) Tick
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