HNC / SUNO - Scared To Feel

Checking out what can the big-bad do with non-dnb asks :) Lyrics: [Verse 1] World spins violent, silent sirens, minds in crisis, Scrollin’ bias, viral guidance, fear’s the nicest. Anger’s bargain, market garden, harvest darkness, Hope feels harmless, still we treat it like it’s heartless. Bitterness bottled, throttled, modelled for consumption, Softness subtle, shuffled out the frame like malfunction. We echo echoes, let those shadows set the tone, But tremble when a gentle moment enters home. Worst‑case logic lodged in pockets of our breath, Storms feel honest, calm feels foreign, joy feels theft. We chase the chaos, play off pain like it’s a role, But freeze when something warm tries reaching for the soul. We drown in noise we never voiced or understood, And fear the cure more than the sickness in our blood. [Chorus] Scared to feel, Fast to judge. Love is real, Needs a nudge. Scared to feel, Fast to judge. Love is real, Needs a nudge. [Verse 2] Armour crafted, past‑disaster plastered on our frame, Call it mastery, call it strategy, it’s fear by name. Ghost the heartbeat, treat the heat like it’s a threat, Cold technique to keep the weak parts in a net. Crave connection, but deflect it when it nears, Want affection, but perfection of our fears appears. Softness terrifies, verifies the cracks we hide, Pain’s familiar, joy’s the risk we never tried. Eyes stay guarded, heart discarded, tone rehearsed, Independence masquerades as strength but feels reversed. Lonely logic lodged in habits we defend, Walls we worship turn to prisons in the end. Treating tenderness like debt we can’t repay, And wonder why the good things never choose to stay. [Chorus] Scared to feel, Fast to judge. Love is real, Needs a nudge. Scared to feel, Fast to judge. Love is real, Needs a nudge. [Verse 3] Funny, init, flooded feelings, none the ones we need, Starved of healing, dealing only with the ones that bleed. Darkness fluent, ruin’s music in our chest, Light feels foolish, truth feels too exposed to test. Love’s a rumour, hope’s a whisper, joy’s a fragile spark, Anger’s anchor, we can breathe it in the dark. Scared of solace, chase the storm like it’s a rite, Warmth feels lawless, calm feels wrong, peace feels slight. Addicted to the ache we claim we want to leave, Reject the remedy the moment we believe. Cold rooms comfort, warmth feels foreign, truth feels raw, Fear’s the filter that distorts what feelings are. Maybe we’re not afraid to feel, we’re scared to heal, And that’s the irony: we fear what makes us real.