The Worst Version of Me

[Intro] I don’t recognize the silence anymore… I only recognize what survives. [Verse 1] I stopped asking where the line was Somewhere back on earlier floors Now every choice feels easier Than it ever did before Every compromise comes quicker Every hesitation fades Like the crawl keeps shaping pieces Of the person I became And I can feel it in my reactions In the way I barely flinch At the violence all around me Or the things I’ve had to live with [Pre-Chorus] Something changed Somewhere deep beneath the fear And I don’t know if I should hate it— Or admit I need it here [Chorus] The worst version of me Is learning how to breathe Inside the chaos comfortably The worst version of me Feels stronger every day Like survival stripped the weakness all away And I don’t know what scares me more— What I’ve become… Or how natural it feels now [Verse 2] I remember feeling guilty I remember losing sleep Now the bodies blur together Like the crawl killed something in me Every floor rewrites the boundaries Every loss reshapes the rules And the deeper that we go now The less this place feels cruel Maybe that’s the fucking problem Maybe that’s what should hurt most That I’m adapting to the nightmare Instead of fighting what it does [Pre-Chorus] No clean hands No pure intent Just another person bending not to break again Every scar Every choice Echoes louder in my voice [Chorus] The worst version of me Is learning how to breathe Inside the chaos comfortably The worst version of me Feels stronger every day Like survival stripped the weakness all away And I don’t know what scares me more— What I’ve become… Or how natural it feels now [Bridge] I should fear this feeling I should hate what I’ve become But exhaustion starts to blur the line Between survival and numb And every time I cross another line It hurts a little less Like the dungeon’s teaching all of us How to live without regret [Breakdown] No innocence left No clean escape Just another crawler learning how to break Push deeper Lose more Become what survives the floor [Ambient Break / Spoken Style] “Psychological adaptation increasing… Moral resistance declining…” [Final Chorus] The worst version of me Still stares back when I sleep But every floor makes him look more like me The worst version of me Is all that’s getting through And maybe that’s exactly what this place was built to do [Outro] I don’t know when it changed… Only that it did.