Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chris-P
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Pipe
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Christopher Pipe
Produzent:in
Lyrics
(boom-ka, boom-ka!)
Wake up, plug in, pretend I care
Smile through another blank-eyed stare
Deadlines, headlines, dopamine drip
All I wanna do is pull the rip
I’m not a cog, I’m not a brand
But I’m boxed and stamped by demand
I’m not built for this..
The rush, the rules, the bitterness
This treadmill life, it don’t make sense
I’m breaking down, not breaking in
I’m not built for this..
Can’t fake the fit, I never did
(Snap! Crack! Spit it out!)
I don’t belong in this burnout route
Clickbait soul, scrolling my worth
Trained to chase a life that’s cursed
Clock hands whip like chains of gold
But I just feel tired and old
No, I can’t hustle through the ache
This mask they sell begins to break
I’m not built for this..
The grind, the gloss, the loneliness
I’ve worn ambition like a leash
But freedom’s just beyond my reach
I’m not built for this..
Don’t sell me dreams with iron fists
(Snap! Crack! Spit it out!)
This system’s loud, but I’m not proud
I see the cracks in all your gods
No more “just cope”, I call it fraud
I’d rather crash than live this lie
Than fake a life while dead inside
Your metrics miss the best of me
I’m not your data, I’m not your feed
I want to breathe without a script
Not optimize this sinking ship
I won’t upgrade my soul for speed
I’ll glitch before I let it bleed
I’m not built for this..
The cold, the clicks, the corporate kiss
They sell collapse as discipline
But I was never wired to win
I’m not built for this..
So take your box, I’ll never fit
(Snap! Crack! Spit it out!)
I’m not a part of this burnout cult
Breathe in, break out, let go, burn down
We’re not machines, we feel, we drown
(Yeah!)
Not built, not bought, not sold to fit
I’ll tear the mold and scream:
THIS IS IT!
I’m not built for this..
The rush, the rules, the bitterness
This treadmill life, it don’t make sense
I’m breaking down, not breaking in
I’m not built for this..
Can’t fake the fit, I never did
(“Still not built for this…”)
Written by: Christopher Pipe