(Hello... what brings you in today?)
Well Doc,... it's complicated....
Yo Doc, real talk, am I twisted inside?
I keep picturin’ I died. See Charon be my guide
Ain't nothing to fight. I mean, Doc I'm not always polite , but am i alright?
(Very vivid indeed. Let’s unpack what you hide.)
Okay...so I hike up a trail, get a breeze down my spine
Then my brain hits play on a steep, sharp decline
I'm no pussy, ain’t blessed with no life times nine
I don't whine, by design, but my brain goes for the kill and I snap my spine on each pine, down that hill
(Do you often feel unsafe on the recline?)
Or me the brute, knive in my hand, Slicin’ up fruit, feelin' calm in the kitchen
Then BOOM!!!!.....I’m impaled in a mental transmission
Why? because I tripped in a vision
Not my decision, I make a big incision with precision, into myself
What the hell do you call this condition?!
(This almost sounds like intrusive ideation.)
Even Tic Tacs, Doc! I ain't jokin' no more
Saw me chokin’ on that fucker, like I’m broken in slow motion
Now I'm frozen, got unspoken notions, like i'm chosen, to mess up MY abdoughmen
(Be calm, We’re not here to judge your emotion)
I ain’t depressed, I ain't tryin’ to leave
It’s like fate doin’ reruns that I didn’t believe
(And how frequent are these episodes?)
Daily, doc, like I’m cursed with a preview
Of every dumb death that the reaper could lead to
(Now, Does that Sound exhausting to you?)
"Yeah... I dunno, So Doc? Am I bugged or just built broken?"
You’re slippin’
Thought it was nothin’
But it’s spreadin’
You feel it threadin’
You’re not crazy...
But you’re on the edge
("But I see me dead…")
It don’t scream, it seeps.
No crash, just threads.
You feel it too,
Don’t you?
("But I see me dead…")
(This voice.....what's .....happening....?)
Doc please listen!
Here’s where it gets kinda nuts...
Like, when that scene pops, I don’t panic as such
(I’m listening.)
I just do this lil’ twitch, like a shoulder reset
Like I’m cancelin’ death from a different cassette
(You use ritual to regain control)
It’s automatic now, quick flick, head jerk
Like I’m shufflin’ timelines with some neck-work
(And does that feel effective?)
I swear it works, Doc, like I swerved the blow,
Like that version of me just got canceled yo!
(Very Curious, we should dig into that flow!)
It’s dumb, I know, but it feels legit
Like I just saved my life with a micro glitch
Like I’m seein’ all these multiverse murder attempts
Then I Matrix-dodge ‘em in a mental defense
(So a coping mechanism....when intense)
Damn, that makes sense!
Yeah, it’s like, every time I blink, there’s a file on deck
A scene queued up like my mind’s unchecked
A bus hits me quick, or a ledge gets slick
Like I'm an extra in a final destination flick
Hey Doc… you ever seen similar shit
It's legit so wack, at least my mind's not split...
You’re twistin’
Think your still sane
Now there's friction
Your mind in pain
But you’re not crazy...
Just close to the ledge.
("But I see me dead…")
You don’t scream, you guess
No breaks, just hope
The glitch ain’t rare
It’s how you cope
("But I see me dead…")
(Wait, why do you say....that!)
Sorry Doc i didn't catch that...
Maybe I just got some wired-up stress
But why I see me stabbed tryna tie my vest?
I get depressed, seeing me drown when I wash my face?
When I see me fall when I climb a place?
It's a goddamn quest when you feel possessed, no contest, no success just stress in excess!!
I just want to... Decompress!!!!
I know this ain't real, but the weight stays connect
Like I’m carryin’ futures I never select
Then dodgin’ fate daily like divine side effect
Maybe I'm DEFECT!
Ayo doc, I don't hear you object?
Hello? Waddup?"
Hold up...Doc? What the hell?
Please speak up, yo, I'm not one to mock!
Fuck, wait...where is her couch, the plant, her clock?
Did I talk to a voice I just heard in shock?
Is this possible?
Like, did I built the whole set to unpack my thoughts
Damn, think about it, Doc never stopped me once
She just sings like my conscience like when my A-I get prompts
These questions? Too clean. The timing? Too tight
This was a therapy dream, to switch on my light...
(... now what do WE think about that?)
[Outro Hook: Intense female Improv Ending]
You're splittin'
The dream is breakin'
It's just a fiction
A choice you're makin'
And you're not crazy
For the things you said
("When I see me dead...")
No screams Just noise
No doc No voice
I know what's real,
But what's the choice?
("When I see me dead...")
And I see me dead
And I see me dead
Yeah... I see me dead