Lyric

Dial it in, dial it in—you, the glitch in the truth

Sync the frequency—you, the shifting lie

Calibrate the soul—you, the ever-changing mask

Etch the divine into the bone

Bleed the noise into a single tone

Crush the trauma, turn the pain to rhythm

To serve a masterpiece, the vibe is the key

Dim the lights, set the trap, make ‘em bleed

This stage? It’s the last thing you’ll ever see

Devour, devour—feast on the lies you spin

Grind it down, swallow the truth within

Masticate the ego, taste the original sin

Step aside. I’m the connoisseur of the kill

I didn’t just beat you; I drank your pride until the glass was still

Ambience is the seasoning for the soul

And tonight, I’m taking total control

Sometimes a prayer is just a demon’s hum

A twisted beat for the broken and the numb

We’re imperfect, flawed—that’s why the rhythm hits

I’ll show you heaven until the reality quits