[Intro] [Piano Solo] [Spoken Word] [Soft Vocal] [Quiet Intro] [Stripped Back] [DARIJA] mab9ach ghedda, b9a hi lyoum [/DARIJA] To all of you who trusted your hearts once to life… who lived through aches—no one's fault, just how life hits sometimes. You started protecting it. Naturally. Fight or flight. Self-cannibalistic. [Verse 1] [Spoken Word] [Building Intensity] Listen kid, lean in, this ain't no skit. Gladiator stance, world tight in my grip. Picked up the sword with no said word, Ready to murd— -erratic swings from a vision blurred. Undisciplined pulse, instinct encoded, Everything-phobic, heart overloaded. Took one swing, the sword eroded, Life imploded. Nothing I remember, memories frozen from the cold of December, locked or dismembered. Eternal slumber. Magic's first number... [Verse 2] [Spoken Word] [Soft Vocal] [Haunting Atmosphere] Homemade anaesthesia, call me a chemist. Do not disturb us, you're not in the list. Maybe someone lured me, I don't know— the window murmuring, life's slow. My neighbour lady seduced me, gives me a show. Wrinkled and old, still glows Her bird knows me, a mocking corbeaux. serenades me through the Four seasons. Homemade anaesthesia made me forget reason. [Pre-Chorus] [Spoken Word] [Dreamy Atmosphere] Pressure felt like a summer trip, waves steering an abandoned ship, naps after a watermelon sip. A casserole lid on a volcano's tip. Every limit felt normal, every fear felt right— The slow domestication of a heart built for fight. [Chorus] [Piano Solo] [Verse 3] [Spoken Word] [Building Intensity] Years drifting past while I stayed content, Didn't notice my strength turning silent and bent. For how long can a king stay stuck in retreat? How long can a heart play dead to its beat? The quiet goes rotten, the calm turns bleak. I started hearing echoes underneath the creak. Every locked door had begun to speak. Anger wakes slow but it cuts so deep. A pulse in the dark that refuses defeat— A lion remembering it still has teeeeeth. [Interlude] [DARIJA] jit n9elleb 3la wa7ed lmjnoune 3iyto lmoukhtafoune, yl9aw dak lmejhoul messab nl9ah ba9i 7ay wakha medfoun hada klam wa7ed tle3lou fkerro noum [/DARIJA] [Breakdown] [Bass Solo] [Spoken Word] [Powerful] The heart starts pounding like it's done being meek, Bars start bending with every heartbeat. Pressure in my chest going concrete to quake, Metal starts whining like it's ready to break. One more hit, all the walls vibrate. Pieces of me pushing through each gate. Pain in my ribs but the truth's too great— I'd rather bleed than stay locked in fate. [Chorus] [Whisper] [Guitar Solo] [Piano Solo] [Outro] [Whisper] [Decrescendo] [Vulnerable] White canvas appeared, smeared with red and the steel I feared. The smoke hasn't cleared, and I'm still afraid of what I pioneered. Air in my lungs feels sacred. The blood I lost was never wasted. Through the wreckage I step and whisper— "'Bout god damn time."
