Verse 1] Woke up face-down in the wreckage of my own damn head Sheets soaked in sweat from the shit I never said Mirror's a stranger with a grin I can't erase Every scar's a story I replay in disgrace Fingers claw the sheets like they're the last fucking rope Heart's a busted engine, no fuel, no hope You text "I'm fine" but the screen knows you're lying While the room spins slow and the ceiling's crying [Pre-Chorus] And the weight presses down, no escape from the pull Every breath tastes like failure, every thought like a skull [Chorus – big open chords, soaring rasp building to layered screams] Fuck, we're all just hollow anchors dragging deep Clinging to the bottom while the surface starts to weep Rip the skin to feel something real tonight Scream until the silence finally loses the fight Who the hell are we when the mask finally cracks? Tripping over truths we buried in the black Everything's bleeding out, nothing left to save But goddamn, we're still breathing in this grave [Verse 2 – tighter riff, faster delivery, more words packed] You chase the next fix like it'll stitch the tear Pills, skin, strangers—anything to not feel the fear Regret's a shadow stitched into your back Whispers "you fucked up" every time you look back Friends ghost like smoke, love curdles to spite You build little fires just to watch them ignite Cry in the car so the rain hides the sound Pretend you're unbreakable while you're breaking down [Pre-Chorus reprise] The mirror laughs louder, the nights stretch too long Feels like the whole world's singing the same damn wrong song [Chorus reprise – heavier, gang vocals on backups, trippy delay echoes on "tripping"] Fuck, we're all just hollow anchors dragging deep Clinging to the bottom while the surface starts to weep Rip the skin to feel something real tonight Scream until the silence finally loses the fight Who the hell are we when the mask finally cracks? Tripping over truths we buried in the black Everything's bleeding out, nothing left to save But goddamn, we're still breathing… still fucking slaves [Verse 3 – even denser, almost rap-like rhythm over chugging guitars] 3 a.m. again, mind racing like a train wreck slow Replay every failure in high-def glow The kid you were screams from inside the cage But the adult you became just turns the page Body's betraying, joints ache like old lies Eyes tired of pretending, throat raw from the cries You beg for forgiveness from ghosts you created While the guilt keeps accumulating, unabated [Bridge cycle 1 – half-time drop, heavy chug, rasped spoken-sung building] No hero's coming, no light at the end Just you and the echo of what might have been The terror of staying, the terror of leave The endless fucking loop of "what do I believe?" I hate this reflection, I hate what I've done But fuck if I'll quit till the battle is won [Verse 4 – back to full tempo, words tumbling faster] You reach for a hand but pull back in dread Afraid of the warmth 'cause it might wake the dead Inside your chest where the fire used to burn Now ashes and embers and lessons unlearned Every "I love you" feels like loaded gun Pulled trigger of trust, now look what you've done The quiet gets violent, the violent gets still And you're left with the question: was any of it real? [Bridge cycle 2 – slower build, multi-tracked whispers to screams] No clean redemption, no fairy-tale fix Just the grind of existing in this fucked-up mix The profound ain't in answers, it's in the ache The choice to keep going for fuck's own sake Feel the fracture widen, let the light pour through Even if it burns, even if it kills you [Extended final chorus – massive, overlapping vocals, trippy swirling delays on every repeat line] Fuck, we're all just hollow anchors dragging deep Clinging to the bottom while the whole world starts to seep Rip the skin wide open, let the poison flood out Scream till the heavens hear what this is about Who the hell are we? Just meat trying to feel Tripping on forgiveness we don't think is real Everything's bleeding, everything's raw But we're still fucking here… still fighting the flaw [Outro chorus variation – slows slightly, raw final screams fading into last rasped lines] Hollow anchors… dragging deep… Still breathing… in this grave… Fuck… we're still here… Still here…
