Burnt Out from SingLes by 185668232

(Verse 1)
Woke up early, same old grind,
Stacking bricks inside my mind.
No one’s building what I build,
They just take, they never fill.

(Pre-Chorus)
I'm running circles in my head,
Chasing dreams that they left dead.
But I won’t break, I won’t bend—
Even if I stand alone again.

(Chorus)
Burnt out on self-discipline,
No one wants to dive in.
They just buy, cheat, lie, steal,
Kill each other for a meal.
But I found a way to breathe,
Through the art, through the beat.
If there’s an escape, I swear it’s true—
It’s in the humanities, not what they do.

(Verse 2)
Can’t sleep, my body aches,
Doctor says I should medicate.
"You’ll never get better, might as well sign—"
A lifetime script, slow decline.

(Pre-Chorus 2)
But I know what that means,
They want me numb, not seen.
Well-adjusted means well-controlled,
Dead inside before I'm old.

(Verse 3)
They don’t want to make as much as me,
They call it hustle, but they stay asleep.
Think I’m competition ‘cause I won’t hang,
Won’t waste my breath, won’t kill my brain.

(Pre-Chorus 3)
Don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna consume,
Don’t need a drink to light the fuse.
They call me cold, they call me fake,
Just ‘cause I refuse to break.

(Verse 4 – Breaking Point)
Losing confidence, losing hair,
Stress too heavy, rent's unfair.
Landlord’s laughing, raised it twice,
Told me suffering’s just the price.

(Verse 5 – Eviction & Survival)
Illegally evicted, lost it all,
Except my beat machines and scrawls.
No one asks, no one cares,
Just keep walking, don’t you stare.

(Pre-Chorus 4)
But I ain’t some machine they own,
Won’t trade my soul for sticks and stones.
If I cave, then they all win,
I’d rather burn and start again.

(Chorus)
Burnt out on self-discipline,
No one wants to dive in.
They just buy, cheat, lie, steal,
Kill each other for a meal.
But I found a way to breathe,
Through the art, through the beat.
If there’s an escape, I swear it’s true—
It’s in the humanities, not what they do.

(Bridge – Defiance)
They build prisons, we build songs,
They make weapons, we right wrongs.
They make profit, we make space,
For every soul they would erase.

(Outro – Resilience)
So let ‘em laugh, let ‘em take,
I won’t bend, I won’t break.
Cause when the world falls apart,
We’ll rebuild it with our art.

April 30, 2025 at 5:43 AM

E Hirajoshi

• Experimental
• avant garde
• glitch
• noise
• post-pop
• singer-songwriter
• Brooklyn