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(Verse 1)
Clock ticks, sick glitch, twitch the stitch.
Cryptic spin in a crypt I can’t ditch.
Whispers loop, I lose the pitch.
Same decay with a different glitch.
Breath gets stuck in a backward prayer,
Eyes locked shut in electric stare.
Hear the hum of the phantom snare,
Every silence screams, “you were always there.”

(Verse 2)
Woke up locked in the static again,
Thought I left, but I circled the pen.
Mirror cracked in a spiral bend,
I bled that verse but I’m back where it ends.
Scars repeat like tracks in a maze,
Words collapse when I rap through the haze.
Grief unwraps in tactical phase,
Each relapse maps mathematical blaze.
Pain got rhythm, it mimics my heart,
I draw lines where the fractures start.
Patterned harm in a staggered art,
Looped design like a shattered chart.
Pressed in the prism with glitch in the system,
A mission of venom in spectral rhythm.
Each incision a symbol of schism,
I scribble the riddle in cryptic wisdom.

(Hook)
Spinning,
In the crypt I'm
Fractured and,
Like a cursed recital
Bleeding,
In a loop of title
Trapped,
In the crypt of the cycle
Spinning,
Spinning,
Spinning,
Crypticycle.

(Verse 3)
Glitch-born memory, flicker in frame,
Quick-torn symmetry, split in the name.
Code-stamped scars that I chant in shame,
I blink, and the voice comes back the same.
Back in the black with the pulse disjointed,
Track what I lack in a form anointed.
Stitch in a switch, now the pitch is pointed,
Thought I escaped but the fate appointed.
Cycle bites in binary tongues,
Digits twitch while the engine runs.
I rap like I’m hiding a loaded gun
In the folds of a verse where the ghost begun.
Phase distortion, brain inversion,
Pain disperses in wave immersion.
Verses loop in curse rehearsals,
Faithless truth in burst reversals.

(Verse 4)
Thought I healed but the voice rewinds.
Every peace just feeds the signs.
Cryptic vines in a maze of mines,
Rhyme collapses, stitched in lines.
This ain’t cure, this is recursion,
Trapped in a prayer with reversed immersion.
Every verse a cursed conversion,
Bled through time with no dispersion.

(Verse 5)
Back to the static, back to the breath,
I mapped the pattern, I danced with death.
Each relapse snaps like a phantom cleft,
I collapse on the path that the past has left.
No peace, just code in a fractured syntax,
Speech gets warped in a cancer syntax.
Twitch in the twitch, where the myth gets dense,
I stitch that glitch in a six-bar hex.
Hacked in the rhythm with limbs that shiver,
Crypt text glitchin’ in veins that quiver.
Every digit a sliver of the whisper river,
I deliver the sickness with a ghosted liver.
Barbed rhyme logic in a cursed progression,
Hardwired scars in the verse’s confession.
Truth gets warped in the burst of expression,
Every syllable a symptom in regression.

(Bridge)
Who cut this verse? I did.
Who burned this phase? I hid.
Who looped this script? I bled.
Who stitched this glitch? I fled.
Who mirrored pain? I stared.
Who framed the end? I dared.
Who wrote the name? I cared.
Who cursed the page I shared?!

(Hook)
Spinning
In the crypticycle
Fractured
Like a cursed recital
Bleeding
In a loop of title
Trapped
In the crypt of the cycle
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning
Crypticycle

(Outro)
Words don’t end in the crypticycle...
Pain repeats in the crypticycle...
Still spinning…
Still spinning…

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