Turtleneck

Описание: #numetal #rapmetal #metal #rock




Pull it higher.
Don’t speak.
Just breathe
quiet.

Rolled to the jaw like nothing’s wrong,
stitch by stitch where the hurt belongs.
I wear my calm like body armor,
keep my pulse behind my tongue.

Eyes on me, I don’t blink,
smile on cue, don’t let it sink.
If you hear that crack in my throat
that’s just the fabric. That’s not me.

Keep it neat. Keep it clean.
Keep the panic off the screen.
Say “I’m good,” then lock it down
make the lie a tighter seam.

Turtleneck— roll it steady,
hold my truth where you can’t get me.
Pull it high, seal it in,
let the low end carry me.

Still moving, still tough,
still smiling in the cuffs.
If I pull it down too fast
you’ll see the part you never loved.

Polished like a warning label,
sharp edges set and stable.
You want the version that behaves,
I make it easy— I stay able.

But my ribs are a drumline,
and my fear keeps perfect time.
Every breath’s a bargain
pay it now or feel it down your spine.

Fold it up. Count to four.
Let the pressure ask for more.
Hands off what you think you know
I’ve been buried at my core.

Turtleneck— roll it steady,
hold my truth where you can’t get me.
Pull it high, choke the sky,
keep the fracture out of sight.

Still heavy, still loud,
still proud until I’m out.
If I rip it off right now
who’s brave enough to watch?

Up.
Higher.
Up.
Higher.

Hold.

Not a sweater.
A sentence.

Not a look.
A leash.

Say my name
I won’t answer.

Pull it down
watch the truth spill out in beats.

TIGHT.
TIGHTER.
TIGHTEST.

Pull. It. DOWN.
Pull. It. DOWN.

No pretty.
No safe.

THIS IS MY THROAT.

Turtleneck— torn and hanging,
air hits hard and I’m still standing.
No more filters, no more “fine,”
no more swallowing sparks to shine.

Still heavy, still loud
but it’s mine, not yours now.

Pull it down— look close.
I’m alive under the cloth.