Addie Zeka - New Character Type

nu metal fused with dark trance and industrial rap, 132 BPM, drop-tuned syncopated guitars, clipped electronic bass [Intro] I walked in sideways through the shape you knew No label fit, so I cut the label loose [Verse 1] I keep a second heartbeat in my sleeve A rulebook written in disappearing ink You sort the pieces, I become the break The kind of answer no machine can make I don't belong to the hero or the threat I am the question with its teeth still set You built a box and called it human skin I learned the hinges, then I climbed within [Pre-Chorus] Call me wrong, call me strange Every name just feeds the change [Chorus] I am a new character type No page, no shelf, no borrowed life Not saint, not villain, not your design A missing word with a pulse inside Even Carl Jung couldn't define me The map goes blank when it tries to find me I am the door that refuses a frame A brand-new shape with a brand-new name [Verse 2] I read the room like a code I can bend Turn every dead end into a second wind Your archetypes are wearing paper crowns Mine grows a mouth and tears the whole chart down I carry mercy with a loaded stare Can disappear while standing right there I don't need balance, I don't need a side I hold the contradiction open wide [Pre-Chorus] Call me wrong, call me strange Every name just feeds the change [Chorus] I am a new character type No page, no shelf, no borrowed life Not saint, not villain, not your design A missing word with a pulse inside Even Carl Jung couldn't define me The map goes blank when it tries to find me I am the door that refuses a frame A brand-new shape with a brand-new name [Bridge] Erase the test Unlearn the scale I am the storm That learned to sail [Breakdown] Don't categorize me Don't sanitize me Don't turn my teeth Into a taxonomy You want a title? Here is the truth: I am the proof That the chart is not the world [Final Chorus] I am a new character type No page, no shelf, no borrowed life Not saint, not villain, not your design A missing word with a pulse inside Even Carl Jung couldn't define me The map goes blank when it tries to find me I am the door that refuses a frame A brand-new shape with a brand-new name [Outro] Write me down and watch the ink retreat The definition dies beneath my feet