[Hook] I am not the thought I am what observes I am not the spike I am the curve [Verse 1] Fear talks loud but it ain’t the king It’s just a bell in the nervous thing My mind throws smoke across the floor But I don’t choke on metaphors anymore [Hook] I am not the storm I am the shore I am not the panic I’m the floor [Verse 2] Every thought is weather, not law I don’t obey every shadow I saw I let the noise pass through the frame And stay with the part that stays the same