[Verse 1] My reflection’s a collection of confessions I’m suppressin’, Lessons learned in adolescence still aggressin’ on my essence. Questions burn like incense, lingerin’, I’m guessin’, Life’s a stage but I’m stressin’, improvisin’ in the presence. The pendulum swings while I’m tethered to these things, Heartstrings tied to a dream, yet the melody stings. The remedy’s fleeting, they’re selling me kings, Crowns heavy, I’m sweating—ain’t no settling rings. The grind’s ugly like the truth in the mirror, The fog on my path ain’t never been clearer. Shadows on my soul, yet my mind’s a chandelier, Illuminating rooms that my fears commandeer. [Chorus] Swingin’ through the chaos, tethered to the sound, Every line’s a lifeline when the world spins around. Echoes of my history, whispers of my doubt, Let the rhythm be my guide, I’ll find my way out. [Verse 2] Submerged in my flaws, tryna surface with applause, But the claps feel hollow, and the love is a façade. I pause, caught between the echoes of my cause, Do I fight for the applause or for the breaking of the laws? Society’s a gallery of curated maladies, Painting over tragedies, monetizing fallacies. I’m balancing my sanity with dreams of vanity, But the gravity of purpose keeps pullin’ at me savagely. Late nights, scribblin’ truth on loose leaf, Chain-smokin’ my doubts, let the booth be the release. Spit fire to burn the lies, turn my grief into belief, Let my pain paint the skies till my mind feels relief. [Bridge] Shadows stretch long where the sun barely lingers, Tracing outlines of my pain with steady fingers. Every wound is a story, every scar, a mark, Navigating through the chaos, I’m an artist in the dark. [Chorus] Swingin’ through the chaos, tethered to the sound, Every line’s a lifeline when the world spins around. Echoes of my history, whispers of my doubt, Let the rhythm be my guide, I’ll find my way out.
