Infected

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Lyrics:

I’m that bitch you tried to break, but I don’t fold, ever.
You fed me lies like medicine; I spit that shit right back.
You wanna own me? Nah. I took my name off your tongue.

You made my head a maze, twisted talk, crooked rules,
Called me crazy while you bruised me, then played cool.
Gaslit till I doubted every thought that I had,
Said I’m “insane,” then you begged when I packed.
Hands on my body like you owned the lease,
Made me feel small just to boost your peace.
I was bleeding inside while you posed as a saint,
Now I’m done being quiet, I’ll say what the fuck I ain’t.
I ain’t your doll, ain’t your numb little pet,
Ain’t your late-night call when you’re drowning in regret.
You taught me pain; I learned the exit plan
Now watch me walk out louder than you ever ran.

Took the mask off your face, saw a boring little man,
All bitch, no bite, just a weak, filthy scam.
You infected my life like a rash I couldn’t shake,
But I found my cure; it’s the distance I make.

Your love was an infection, itch, burn, bad reaction,
I cut you off clean, that’s my satisfaction.
Scrubbed you from my skin, blocked every connection,
I’m the antidote now, bitch, I’m the correction.
Your love was an infection, cheap, sick distraction,
I healed my wounds without your attention.
You had me caged in your foul obsession,
Now I’m free as hell, final inspection.

You’d smash up a room, then cry like a child,
Swore you’d change, then you snapped, got wild.
Said it’s “all my fault,” made me carry your shame,
While you played victim in a rigged little game.
I kept receipts, kept notes, kept names,
You kept slipping, same tricks, same flames.
I’m done with the begging and midnight pleas,
With the “come back, baby” and the fake apologies.
I’ve got keys, got cash, got a suitcase packed,
Got shooters on speed dial if you try to act.
Touch me again, it ain't cops gettin' called
I’m not your target; I’m ending it all.

I don’t forgive what you never fixed.
I don’t forget what you doubled and mixed.
You wanted control; I wanted my life.
I took it back, cut deep like a knife.

You said you'd kill yourself, if I ever leave,
Well, bitch, I'm gone, pull the trigger, take the leap.

Or was that a fuckin' lie too?

Your love was an infection, itch, burn, bad reaction,
I cut you off clean, that’s my satisfaction.
Scrubbed you from my skin, blocked every connection,
I’m the antidote now, bitch, I’m the correction.
Your love was an infection, cheap, sick distraction,
I healed my wounds without your attention.
You had me caged in your foul obsession,
Now I’m free as hell, final inspection.

Keep your lies, keep your mess, keep your fake redemption
I’m gone, I’m clean, I’m cured, no exception.
Name off my mouth, name off my page,
I walked out the fire and I kept my rage.
Not your toy, not your scar, not your lesson
I’m the one that got healed of your infection.

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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.