F_ck You Up

STREAMING/MERCH/SOCIALS: https://linktr.ee/machinaaeon BECOME A MEMBER! GET COOL THINGS! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCps9k9-qDWciJSuIPPvOsXw/join Lyrics: I found your guilt in the shape of her name, Buried real neat where you thought I’d never see, You came home soft with that coward-ass shame, Like sorry could crawl through the damage to me. I didn’t scream, I just locked every door, Let the whole room learn the weight of my calm, You kept asking what I was looking for, I said, “Nothing. I already know what you’ve done.” There’s a kind of hurt that doesn’t get loud, It just stands there and studies your face, I watched you shrink when the truth came out, Then I erased every trace. I left your life with the heat turned low, Your bed gone cold and your name gone sour, I took my hands off the thing we broke, Then made you sit with the final hour. You wanted her, so I gave you the cost, Every room full of what you gave up, I walked out clean while you counted the loss, And I hope it fucks you up I cut my shape from the pictures we kept, Left blank little graves where my face used to be, You begged like a dog while the whole place slept, But mercy looked dead when it looked back at me. I poured your excuses straight down the drain, Watched them circle like they knew where to go, Your voice cracked open, pathetic with pain, I felt nothing but quiet and cold. You don’t get fire, you don’t get a fight, You don’t get proof that you mattered that much, I left you alive in the ruin that night, With the sick little truth of my touch. I left your life with the heat turned low, Your bed gone cold and your name gone sour, I took my hands off the thing we broke, Then made you sit with the final hour. You wanted her, so I gave you the cost, Every room full of what you gave up, I walked out clean while you counted the loss, And I hope it fucks you up I hope you wake when the house gets still, And reach for a ghost that refuses your hand, I hope her laugh starts to make you ill, When you remember exactly where I used to stand. I hope the floor feels wrong underfoot, I hope the air feels thin in your lungs, I hope every promise you ever put In my name comes back undone. I didn’t break because you crossed that line, I became what the damage deserved, You taught me how to turn love into crime, Then acted shocked when I had the nerve. Now every place where I used to belong Feels stripped, hollow, and hard to trust, You thought betrayal would make me small, But it made you less than dust. I left your life with the heat turned low, Your bed gone cold and your name gone sour, I took my hands off the thing we broke, Then made you sit with the final hour. You wanted her, so I gave you the cost, Every room full of what you gave up, I walked out clean while you counted the loss, And I hope it fucks you up ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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.