Between The Walking (Desert Sessions Edit)

(c) all lyrics by Faith L.C. Nothing feels real… not the days, not the nights, not the air in my lungs. Sometimes I wake up, and I'm sure I never slept. There's a place between the waking where the shadows still remember me. Where the walls breathe, and the light bends, and every step feels pre-recorded. I see faces I never met, streets I never walked — but I know them. Too well. Maybe life is just a glitch, a loop we learned to love. If this is real — why does it feel rewritten? If this is life — why does the frame keep splitting? I dream in colors that don't exist, wake to a world that feels half-missed. Déjà-vu hits like a hammer — too sharp to be pretend. Memories fold into themselves, like I've lived this all before in a life I can't return to. I feel the edges of another world pressing through the seams — like something bigger is trying to wake me. Are we dreaming? Are we coded? Are we echoes of a version overwritten? I touch the ground but it feels like glass. I raise my voice but it sounds like past. If this is real — why does it feel prechosen? If this is me — why do the locks stay open? I bleed in dreams where the sky can split, wake to a world that barely fits. If there's a truth behind the veil… I've walked it. If there's a world behind this frame… I've seen it. And if it was only a dream— tell me why it felt more real than this.