[Verse 1] The lack of brevity It's astonishing These bloody fingers, prying, trying, stripping me of confidence None but my own I pick apart my psyche in the worst possible ways Single-handedly crafting my catastrophe using thoughts from my brain Not poetic, nor a wordsmith with a pen Just written down thoughts in the most inarticulate of fashions Throwing darts at the wall just to see what sticks Apprehensive to identify myself with intellect Feeling that no original thought escapes my mind [Chorus] Grappling with imposter syndrome Every word I write feels stolen Building castles out of borrowed stone Still afraid they’ll see I’m broken Will I amount to nothing? Will I fall off the edge? Will I come back from suffering? Will I escape my head? Am I alone... [Verse 2] Etched in stone Immortalized in the very fabric of reality I was here, but without a sound or legacy I'm conscious that the Earth will outlive me Not sure if this is bleak or comforting A speck, a pebble, an ant in the scheme of things [Music swells] I bring forth blundering purpose from this buzzing bone-heap Over-auditing my every word until I'm a self-assured counterfeit Overthinking, overthinking, overthinking, overthinking Dismantling my choices like they're a poorly sculpted masterpiece [Chorus] Grappling with imposter syndrome Every word I write feels stolen Building castles out of borrowed stone Still afraid they’ll see I’m broken Will I amount to nothing? Will I fall off the edge? Will I come back from suffering? Will I escape my head? Am I alone... [Bridge] I annotate my nothingness in permanent ink, a ledger of absence, endlessly balancing zeroes Every admission of futility feels rehearsed, like even despair has been plagiarized I dissolve into the grammar of extinction, syllables collapsing faster than their meaning What hubris, to name this thinking — when this cynicism is the common tongue! [Chorus] Grappling with imposter syndrome Every word I write feels stolen Building castles out of borrowed stone Still afraid they’ll see I’m broken Will I amount to nothing? Will I fall off the edge? Will I come back from suffering? Will I escape my head? Am I alone...
