[INTRO — whispered / atmospheric] Tick-tock… But the clock don’t move. Welcome to the city where yesterday never died… And tomorrow never came. They call it a bubble. I call it a prison with a skyline. [VERSE 1] I woke up in a city where the moon don’t change, Same street, same faces, but they swear they escaped, Neon bleeding through the fog like a vein in the rain, Everybody chasing freedom while they feeding the cage. I saw a man with a gold crown selling pieces of his soul, Saw a child counting pennies while the devil counted gold, Saw a preacher at the corner saying heaven’s at the door, But the door had seven locks and the key was on the floor. Demons in the buildings, shadows in the hall, Every elevator going up somehow ends below it all, Time froze at midnight, now the seconds never fall, And every time I try to leave… I end up where I started. [HOOK — dark melodic / hypnotic] I’m trapped in a bubble, Bubble in time, Living in a city where the dead still drive. Demons on the corner, Angels losing light, Everybody wide awake but dreaming every night. I’m trapped in a bubble, Can’t break the glass, Running from tomorrow while I’m living in the past. Demon’s City calling, Hear it through the walls— “You can leave the city…” “But the city won’t leave you.” [VERSE 2] I walked down Memory Lane, but the lane walked me, Every house had a face that I used to be, One had my childhood, one had my greed, One had every broken promise buried underneath. I met a demon wearing my face in a three-piece suit, He said, “Everything you wanted came from something you lost.” I said, “What’s the price?” He said, “You already paid.” Then the streetlights blinked twice and the whole damn city changed. Buildings breathing, pavement moving, Telephone poles whispering my name, Every billboard selling happiness with a barcode on the pain. Clocktower struck thirteen— That’s when I understood: The city wasn’t built around the bubble. The bubble was built around the city. [HOOK] I’m trapped in a bubble, Bubble in time, Living in a city where the dead still drive. Demons on the corner, Angels losing light, Everybody wide awake but dreaming every night. I’m trapped in a bubble, Can’t break the glass, Running from tomorrow while I’m living in the past. Demon’s City calling, Hear it through the walls— “You can leave the city…” “But the city won’t leave you.” [BRIDGE — beat drops almost completely] Maybe the demon ain’t the monster… Maybe it’s the mirror. Maybe the prison ain’t the walls… Maybe it’s the fear. Maybe time ain’t moving because we’re scared to change. Maybe every second that we waste becomes a chain. Tick… Tock… Nothing. Tick… Tock… Still nothing. Then I heard my own voice say: “Wake up.” [FINAL VERSE — beat returns harder] So I cracked the glass with the truth in my hand, Watched a thousand frozen seconds hit the ground where I stand, Demons started screaming when I stopped being
