Verse 1
Something bad got in the system
Deep inside the living stream
At first it was just a whisper
Then it broke the surface clean.
Nausea rising in the belly
Storm clouds building in the air
Everything looks like disaster
But the body’s just aware.
Pre-Chorus
What feels like falling apart
May be the healing start.
Chorus
Cleanout mode, the body knows
Sometimes chaos has to flow
When the poison’s running deep
The system cannot keep it.
Cleanout mode, rough and wild
Not the sickness, but the trial
What looks ugly, loud, and rude
May be life removing crude.
Verse 2
Look around the world today
Voices rising everywhere
Anger bubbling to the surface
Long ignored but now declared.
Old ideas begin collapsing
Secrets spilling into light
What if all this shaking ground
Is the system starting to fight?
Pre-Chorus
What feels like the end of days
May be the clearing phase.
Chorus
Cleanout mode, the body knows
Sometimes chaos has to flow
When the poison’s running deep
The system cannot keep it.
Cleanout mode, rough and wild
Not the sickness, but the trial
What looks messy, loud, and crude
May be life removing crude.
Bridge
Vomiting the lies we swallowed
Sweating out the hidden pain
History’s long buried toxins
Finally surfacing again.
Final Chorus
Cleanout mode, the storm will pass
Once the system clears the mass
Not a promise, not a sign—
Just a rhythm through all time.
When the poison’s had its run
The quiet healing has begun.
