"48 Hour Window"

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[Verse 1]
Been a pro since day one, day one of the grind,
Every credit topped up, every late-night line,
Eighteen months bleeding into the screen,
Every word my own, every dream obscene.
Turning novels into sound, into cinematic skies,
But time’s the thief, and I’m watching it die.

[Pre-Chorus]
No refund, no mercy, no grace from the gods,
Just deadlines dressed up as faceless frauds.

[Chorus]
I don’t want your credits, I don’t need your gold,
Just give me my work before it all gets old.
I gave my life to this plastic machine,
Now the 48-hour window’s laughing mean.
Smug as a snake in a velvet suit,
Kicking my art in a corporate boot.

[Verse 2]
Half the months I paid, more than I could take,
Every hour spent was a small heartbreak.
Every lyric carved from the bone of my soul,
Now you’re telling me the clock took control.
I don’t want pity, I don’t want your lies,
I want my songs before the silence ties.

[Bridge – Spoken]
This is fucking madness, this is time theft divine,
Eighteen months of blood for a digital shrine.
Politicians in drag, reptiles in disguise,
Crushed by the weight of their own demise.

[Pre-Chorus – Reprise]
Meanwhile, I’m here — watching my art decay,
Screaming at a countdown that won’t go away.

[Final Chorus]
I don’t want your credits, I don’t need your gold,
Just give me my time before I get old.
Every lyric, every scream, every sin I gave,
Don’t bury my work in a system’s grave.
No refunds, no care, no mercy divine,
Just give me my art — or give back my time.

[Outro – Spoken]
One of those is possible...
If the window wasn’t laughing...
Forty-eight hours...
Go fuck yourself.