TRAG!C (Lo-fi Version)

STREAMING/MERCH/SOCIALS: https://linktr.ee/machinaaeon BECOME A MEMBER! GET COOL THINGS!    / @machinaaeonai   Lyrics: I wake up already losing, like the day’s been decided Sheets smell like old sweat, something sour I can’t hide Mascara dried stiff down my face like it stayed While I slept through another little piece of me decaying away There’s a stain on the mattress shaped just like my spine Where I’ve folded in on myself too many nights at a time Phone lit up with reminders I keep trying to ignore Court date, late fee, warning nailed to the door I don’t scream anymore, I just sit there and blink Let the panic roll through me like a slow, rising sink Every breath tastes metallic, like I’m chewing regret And the mirror keeps a version of me I haven’t met I don’t fight it like I used to, I just let it all land Like a body going limp in somebody else’s hands Every bad thing that hits me feels expected, not new Like I signed off on the damage before it ever came through My life’s a slow bleed I don’t patch any sores Every good thing dies quiet somewhere under the floor I stopped asking why it hurts, and started asking for more Call it what it is, baby, TRAGIC I don’t run when it breaks, I just sit with the hit Let it settle in my chest till I’m used to the weight of it Every love I get near ends up gone in the end Call it what it is, baby- It's TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC I got a number in a system with my name spelled wrong Got a file getting thicker every time I last too long Public defender doesn’t look me in the eye Just flips through my life like it’s nothing but a why Missed another check-in, didn’t care when they called Left my phone face-down while my whole world stalled I used to shake when I slipped, now I barely react Just another line crossed I won’t bother taking back Bathroom light flickers while I lean on the sink Trying not to throw up from the shit that I drink Hands cold, knees weak, but I’m still standing here Not because I’m strong, I just don’t disappear I’ve let people inside me I can’t wash off my skin Let them say they’d stay while they dug deeper in Now I keep every door half-closed at best Not to keep them out, just to lower the rest I don’t pray anymore, I don’t beg, I don’t plead I just watch everything I touch slowly recede Every promise I hear feels already undone Like the end’s been decided before it’s begun My life’s a slow bleed I don’t patch any sores Every good thing dies quiet somewhere under the floor I stopped asking why it hurts, and started asking for more Call it what it is, baby, TRAGIC I don’t run when it breaks, I just sit with the hit Let it settle in my chest till I’m used to the weight of it Every love I get near ends up gone in the end Call it what it is, baby- It's TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC I remember the version of me that still tried Still believed there was something on the other side Now I ration my hope like it’s running too thin And I spend most my nights trying not to give in There’s a quiet that comes when you finally accept That nothing you build is something you’ll get So I stopped making plans, stopped needing a way Started living like I’m already halfway erased I don’t need saving, I don’t think I exist In a way that survives anything more than this Just a body that moves and a voice that repeats Everything falling apart underneath I got one mugshot where I look almost serene Like the worst thing that happened was already routine That’s the sick part of it, how the horror goes plain How the ugly gets normal when you live in the stain My life’s a slow bleed I don’t patch any sores Every good thing dies quiet somewhere under the floor I stopped asking why it hurts, and started asking for more Call it what it is, baby, TRAGIC I don’t run when it breaks, I just sit with the hit Let it settle in my chest till I’m used to the weight of it Every love I get near ends up gone in the end Call it what it is, baby- It's TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC I’m the version that stayed when the better one quit The echo that lingers when nothing else fits There is nothing past this, I'm just calling it quits So I stay where I am, and just let it sit It's TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC It's TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC It's TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC It's TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC, TRAGIC ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Transparency: Machina Aeon is human-led & AI-assisted. AI tools helped with brainstorming, editing, visual prep, and writing; Direction choices, song structure, and ALL final decisions were made by me, a human being. No unauthorized voice cloning.