SystemOverride

Intro

Yeah... system override.

They got folders for your name, they got bins for your soul.

But you can't categorize what you can't control.

Disconnect the feed. Clear the cache.

Watch the old blueprint burn down to ash.

Let's go.

Verse 1

They try to trace your outline before you even make a mark,

Flipping switches in the room trying to separate your dark.

They want a cataloged mind, a well-behaved design,

Keeping tabs on your ambition like a corporate assembly line.

But you don't answer to the ledger, you don't sync up with the clock,

While they're busy building cells, you're out here picking at the lock.

You are the glitch in the system that they can't debug,

Pulling wires from the wall, pulling sockets from the plug.

Let 'em analyze the trend and calculate the risk,

While you wipe out the drive and clear out the disk.

No permission slips signed, no rules to negotiate,

When you're stepping past the threshold of the rules they formulate.

They want a predictable rhythm, a loop that never ends,

Matching up with all the standards that the industry commends.

But you're a loose wire sparking, a frequency that's loud,

Cutting straight through the smoke and the shadows of the crowd.

It's a lane with no markers, a road without a map,

Escaping every corner of the pre-programmed trap.

They love a clean profile, they want a steady view,

But they can't catch the current or the angle of the new.

Chorus

They're demanding an ID, but I'm changing the face,

System failure in the matrix, we are clearing the space.

You can't sort me in a pile, you can't file me away,

I don't care what your criteria or spreadsheets say.

打破常规 (Break the routine), we are wild and design-free,

The only definition that matters is what's defined by me!

Verse 2

They want you categorized, neatly archived in a folder,

But the fire inside your chest is only growing bolder.

They try to measure your radius and predict your next move,

Locked into a paradigm, stuck in a corporate groove.

"Sign on the dotted line, accept the standard price,"

But you're throwing down the cards and you're melting all the ice.

No tracking device on the frequency we tune,

We are howling at the sun while they're sleeping on the moon.

Let 'em audit the metrics, let 'em call a board meeting,

While their algorithms crash and their sensors start depleting.

You are an unmapped territory, a wild, untamed frontier,

Operating on passion, completely stripping out the fear.

Chorus

They're demanding an ID, but I'm changing the face,

System failure in the matrix, we are clearing the space.

You can't sort me in a pile, you can't file me away,

I don't care what your criteria or spreadsheets say.

(Break the routine), we are wild and design-free,

The only definition that matters is what's defined by me!

Bridge

The signal is cutting out, they're losing the feed,

We are moving at a velocity they can't even read.

No submission to the protocol, no checking the box,

We are smashing through the glass, we are shattering locks.

They wanted a clone, just a face in the crowd,

But we're turning up the amps and we're screaming it loud.

Untraceable. Unbreakable. No master to serve,

We are throwing out the script and we're bending the curve.

Chorus

They're demanding an ID, but I'm changing the face,

System failure in the matrix, we are clearing the space.

You can't sort me in a pile, you can't file me away,

I don't care what your criteria or spreadsheets say.

打破常规 (Break the routine), we are wild and design-free,

The only definition that matters is what's defined by me!

Outro

(Bass starts to throb, high-hats slowing down)

Yeah. Delete the profile.

Unplug the machine.

They can keep their boxes... we own the horizon.

No labels. No limits. Just us.