The Functional Wreck
The Functional Wreck
Chemically Balanced
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Chemically Balanced

(Unstable Mix)

⚠️ Disclaimer: This music was made with AI.

It’s not a band. It’s not a comeback. It’s a coping mechanism.

Created during a stretch of depression, anxiety, insomnia, and full-tilt exhaustion.

If that bothers you — good. It means you still feel something.

[Intro – Instrumental

[Verse 1]

Smiles on subscription, tears on delay,

Doctor says I’m stable, I nod and say “okay.”

I laugh like I remember how,

Then fade into a slower sound.

Coffee’s cold, my hands still shake,

I fake control for habit’s sake.

If this is balance, it’s a lie in tune

A half-lit sun, a painted moon.

[Pre-Chorus]

Every high’s pre-measured, every low’s delayed,

I feel fine, I think, that’s what the label said today.

[Chorus]

I’m balanced, chemically,

Unstable by design.

Half of me synthetic peace,

Half still undefined.

I’m balanced, barely,

Drifting on the line.

If I ever feel too real again,

Remind me I’m doing fine.

[Verse 2]

There’s a glitch inside my laughter,

Static where my pulse should be.

I scroll for something sad to feel,

But the algorithm comforts me.

The mirror loves this quiet stranger,

He smiles without a spark.

Every thought’s a filtered photo

Soft edges in the dark.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

The clouds look different lately,

Or maybe I just don’t care.

It’s peaceful in the middle ground

No heaven, no despair.

[Chorus 2]

I’m balanced, chemically,

Floating through the gray.

Half alive and half asleep,

In a half-life kind of way.

I’m balanced, barely,

Programmed to survive.

I don’t miss the old chaos,

But at least it felt alive.

[Bridge – Breakdown]

This calm feels counterfeit,

But it keeps me from the edge.

I’m smiling through the static hiss,

Like white noise in my head.

I know this peace ain’t honest,

But it buys another night.

So I swallow what I’m given,

And call the quiet right.

[Chorus 3 / Final]

I’m balanced, chemically,

A miracle of design.

Emotion on a timer,

Delivered right on time.

I’m balanced, barely,

But I’ll pretend it’s mine.

And if I ever break again

At least I’ll break in time.




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