MY CORTEX IS CORRUPTED

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My cortex corrupted, the logic abducted, the static is thick and the frequency ruptured.

I walk through the daylight but swear that it snows, my calendar shattered, where did the time go?

This ain't just anxiety, this is command, the grip on the sanity ripped from my hand.

Aggressive internal dictator that speaks, every whisper a threat, every silence he seeks.

I’m deep in the maze where the exits are locked, the clock is synthetic, the timeline is mocked.

I feel the heat rising, the walls got the optics, the government planted the bug in the sockets.

They analyze movement, they chart every breath, I’m racing the clock toward a psychological death.

Three different dialects screaming my name, one says I’m genius, the next calls me lame.

The third one is laughing, a high-pitched metallic, while I’m in the street looking clinically frantic.

I stare at the glass, but the face ain't my own, that hostile reflection is carved out of stone.

He tells me to break what I cannot repair, to stop taking pills and just breathe in the terror.

I’m trapped in a labyrinth built out of dread, every twist in the hallway is just in my head.

A cyclical hell where the exit sign fades, I’m stuck on repeat in these mental stockades.

I hear the instructions, the sinister script, the need to destroy with a rage on my lip.

My vision is warping, the floor starts to sway, I bite my own tongue just to prove I'm today.

A tremor runs rampant, a system overload, my brain is the powder, my skull is the road.

The wiring is frayed, the foundation is cracked, every promise of comfort I instantly attack.

I fight with the phantom until kingdom come, I’m throwing a fit in this chemical fog.

I stopped being human, I turned into God, now watch me dismantle the reality schism.

I'm a violent thought in a rapid psychosis rhythm, you deal with the monster, I dealt with the noise.

Yo, this is the sound of the fuse lit, the mind split, the loose grip,
Every synapse snaps, a cold wire, a suicide trip.

They call it psychosis, I call it clarity, the devil's hypnosis,
My inner monologue's a riot, fueled by doses of neurosis.

I'm locked in the cerebral labyrinth, the walls are shifting and wet,
Tryna trace the origin of every threat I haven't met yet.

The mirror shows a stranger, eyes wide, hollow and drained,
Trying to explain the hurricane that’s permanently rained.

Hear the chorus of critics, seven demons in a loop,
One is screaming doctrine, the other’s pulling the kill-switch scoop.

They tell me secrets of the government, the code hidden in static,
While my own body feels alien, erratic, overwhelmingly frantic.

I see ghosts in the periphery, shadow walkers in the paint,
Every chair leg is shifting, imposing visual constraint.

I'm the curator of disaster, running scans on every sound,
Is that a siren outside, or just the blood pulsing around?

Navigate the skull-cage, where logic is a myth and time bends,
Stuck on the circuit board of fear, where the loop never suspends.

This ain't a daze, this is the perpetual state of war I dwell in,
Where trust is poison and the air is thick with the scent of tellin'.

They wanna medicate the fire, dim the brilliance of the wreck,
But I embrace the fractures, I feed the beast around my neck.

I'm losing anchors; the floor buckles, the ceiling starts to descend,
I forgot the face of reason—I only remember the end.

I am the architect of the scream, the master of the inner riot,
Don't offer comfort, don't demand silence, don't try to quiet

The symphony of madness—it’s the only soundtrack I can hear clear,
Every whispered doubt, every phantom touch, every visceral fear.

The crazy ain't a temporary visit, it's the permanent residence,
Built on a foundation of shaky proof and false evidence.

So step back, watch the wreckage, the ultimate cerebral crime:
I’m not sick—I’m just observing the breakdown of space and time!