Prompt Critical

Lyrics

“I recommend watching Kyle Hill’s youtube video on the Demon Core, the inspiration behind this song. It’s good stuff”


Im good
I know it
I aint gotta wait for you to clap son
I dont really care for your reaction
If theyre bringing energy Im going atom

Just one nudge on this Demons Core thats it
Thought it was safe till it wasnt
a fast switch
A fraction off tilt and youre playing with balance
Now its chain on chain
are you ready to start shit

Cross that line and your face fractures
As calm gets plastered and stripped with this shit starting sparks in the hearts of reactors
quarks and panic got this stick running hot make your pulse go frantic
and one wrong twitch and your brain goes static
cos aint no control rods packed in
so when the arks start it gets active
and one wrong glitch and it splits as this bastard blasts on the beat so start with your lips and we'll be bringing out the blues flashing

There aint no bunker, shielding or safe exit route
So you can run motherfucker but this hum still comes with marie curated residue
Im the doctor so dont be asking professor who
cos bare chest faith'll get your full frame lifted
and im the dead mans switch so the fallouts bout to get twisted lit an wicked
One more shove an lets get the thing flipping
prompt critical
now tell these fuckers who the one that runs this shit is

Im good
I know it
I aint gotta wait for you to clap son
I dont really care for your reaction
If theyre bringing energy Im going atom

Just one nudge on this Demons Core thats it
Thought it was safe till it wasnt
a fast switch
A fraction off tilt and youre playing with balance
Now its chain on chain
are you ready to start shit

Think you have nerve till the nerve get tested
But hold that shit till the dead light pressed it
Cos cools measured by the inch so it gets reckless
when theres blue in the chamber put truth in the metrics
and screwdriver faith in a room full of pressure
So if you step and slip then this full thing enters
cos as the margins get slim the fear gets centred
and the glass in your stare gets bigger when the flux feels thicker
but lead on the wall dont mean you found shelter
motherfucker I'll melt you
with heat in your bones that get the calcium latice panicking
Damn Im the dose in the dark that lets the blood learn kinematic
an they aint saving you when your skin start crawling an your ribs get chromatic
an this shit gets twisted and your jaw start glowing
but your brain wont listen
so if you wannit
we can turn suno to an altar in an instant
Prompt critical

now tell these fuckers to hang the crown round the head of the guy that did it

Want me to bow or can you reach it

Im good
I know it
I aint gotta wait for you to clap son
I dont really care for your reaction
If theyre bringing energy Im going atom

Just one nudge on this Demons Core thats it
Thought it was safe till it wasnt
a fast switch
A fraction off tilt and youre playing with balance
Now its chain on chain
are you ready to start shit

I aint bringing a bang to suno you dickhead Im bringing nuclear winter to it
so when the sky goes dark over everybodys music and the whole feed freezes
you know who did it
when my fallout rolls in to it
without a gemini gimmic
God this guys just taking a huge loss of life with it
one bright flash to bring a long ass night with it
where noone win it
but this shit is bringing a different shift to the climate
so wrap up cos all you desprate dicks gonna have to write within it
cos Im changing the weather that the weak breathe in
leaving ash in the lungs where the baseline hit
bro the black snow falls further than where the shockwave shifts
an your gonna need lead lined lungs if the core stays split
As the ghost bloom spreads and your half life rips
Taste the dead light kiss as the red light clicks
and the safe glass cricks
make your world go white
and your skin go slick
and make your eye balls drip
and your clothes burn quick
and your shadow stick to the brick
a whole silhouettes where the lyrical scorching skillerette traced

so try and stay dry through the poisoned rain

Cos if your tongue tastes pennies and your spit turns bitter
and your breath cuts short as the air gets thinner
and your lungs misfire when your pulse runs splintered
and your jaw locks tight while your breathing goes shallow
and your ears ring wild like a struck chrome panel

and your function declines
when the variables shift
and your constants collapse
where the tolerance slips
and the base line drifts through these 808 rifts
and the system overloads
when the gradient lifts
and your model melts down
while the signal drops
and your pattern corrupts
and your timing gets lost
when the pressures disrupt
and your motor wont move when the output cuts
and your logic loops when your base line jumps
and your frame starts shearing where the weak point was
and your grip gives way when the clutch wont clutch
and your whole structure folds 
where the stress built up

Just one nudge on the Demon Core

thats it

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