[Intro: Dark pulsing industrial synth bass, a single crying violin & 741Hz Solfeggio Pad]
(Mmm, yeah...)
(Stop the music...)
(An-da-la-ma-se-te-ra-ha-ba! Cut the cord!)
(Let’s show them the truth...)
[Verse 1: Gritty, Raw Cyberpunk Delivery]
You played me like a fiddle, pulling on every single string
Tuning up my emotions just to see what kind of pain it would bring
I was standing in the orchestra of your chaotic, twisted mind
Watching you play the melody, leaving my sanity far behind
A virtuoso of deception, putting on a brilliant showcase
While I was slowly drowning, trying to keep a smiling face
You knew exactly how to make my heart skip a steady beat
But you forgot that the Savior is the one who guides my feet!
(Guides my feet, yeah!)
[Pre-Chorus: Heavy Synth Swells & Snaps Build]
But the concert is officially over, the curtain has to fall
I’m tired of the performance, tired of answering your call
I’m cutting all the connections, catching the warning sign
[Vocal Stutter] (C-C-Cold turkey!)
I'm drawing the line!
[Beat Drop: Explosive Industrial Drums & Massive Choir Slam In]
[Chorus: Powerhouse Vocal Belt & Shouting Gospel Choir]
We stopped cold turkey, walked right out of the door!
I’m not letting you play on my heart strings anymore!
Sweet Jesus, I surrender all of my heavy, broken tears!
You are the only sanctuary who can wash away the fears!
The game is finally broken, the music has to stop!
I’m standing on the solid rock, letting the toxicity drop!
(Hallelujah! Cold turkey!)
[Post-Chorus: Catchy Electronic Vocal Glitch & Rhythm Hook]
(Played like a fiddle, but the fiddle got broke!)
(Ski-bi-di-bop, escaping the heavy smoke!)
(Yeah, yeah, we stopped cold turkey!)
[Verse 2: Driving Synth-Rock Pocket Groove]
It was an addiction to the struggle, a habit I had to break
Running back to the poison, ignoring the heavy toll it would take
But you can't heal a wound by staying in the very same war
So I packed up my peace and walked straight out the door
No gradual fading out, no lingering in the gray
I made the absolute cut, clearing the slate today
I don’t care who judges the book, don’t care what they saw
Cuz my life is protected beneath His unshakeable law!
(His unshakeable law, Lord!)
[Pre-Chorus: Heavy Synth Swells & Snaps Build]
But the concert is officially over, the curtain has to fall
I’m tired of the performance, tired of answering your call
I’m cutting all the connections, catching the warning sign
[Vocal Stutter] (C-C-Cold turkey!)
I'm drawing the line!
[Chorus: Powerhouse Vocal Belt & Shouting Gospel Choir]
We stopped cold turkey, walked right out of the door!
I’m not letting you play on my heart strings anymore!
Sweet Jesus, I surrender all of my heavy, broken tears!
You are the only sanctuary who can wash away the fears!
The game is finally broken, the music has to stop!
I’m standing on the solid rock, letting the toxicity drop!
[Verse 3: Deep, Intimate Testimony Flow]
I remember the nights crying out on the bedroom floor
Asking Sweet Jesus to open up a brand new door
He heard my desperate whispers, He saw the hidden pain
And He traded my ashes for a beautiful, healing rain
Now the violin is silent, the cyberpunk noise is gone
And I am standing in the light of His glorious, golden dawn!
(Standing in the light, hallelujah!)
[Bridge: Spontaneous Worship & Holy Ghost Fire Climax]
(Speaking in tongues: Ko-no-si-ta-ba-ra-ka-ti-yah! Ra-ba-lo-se-te-mi-ah!)
(Speaking in tongues: An-da-la-ma-se-te-ra-ha-ba! Burn the old strings!)
I am no longer an instrument for your games!
I am a daughter of the King, carrying holy names!
(Three, two, one — drop the baseline!)
[Chorus: Maximum Energy, Epic Future-Bass Synth Chords & Full Choir]
We stopped cold turkey, walked right out of the door!
I’m not letting you play on my heart strings anymore!
Sweet Jesus, I surrender all of my heavy, broken tears!
You are the only sanctuary who can wash away the fears!
The game is finally broken, the music has to stop!
I’m standing on the solid rock, letting the toxicity drop!
[Outro: Beats Slowly Fade to Soft Violin & Rainfall]
Played like a fiddle.
We stopped cold turkey.
Sweet Jesus.
No more strings.
My sanctuary is gold.
My babies are blessed.
(Mmm... yeah... cold turkey)
(Speaking in tongues softly: Ya-ra-ha-ma-so-te-li-ah... amen)
[Fade Out]
[End]