🎻[Cover art by KimyK_Artworx]🎻 ╞════◇⚙◇════╡╞════◇⚙◇════╡ 🦋💗🦋 ~ Find me at ~ 🦋💗🦋 ╞════◇⚙◇════╡╞════◇⚙◇════╡ 🐤 X / @KimyK_Artworx 🎵 suno.com/@kimykai ▶️ YouTube.com/@Kimy_K_AIMusic 🎧 https://open.spotify.com/artist/2HLspqDpsx8bL815qh7Y4A?si=5eyMYXndSj2kNa86WZY8wA ╞════◇⚙◇════╡╞════◇⚙◇════╡ “Where rust becomes gold, and silence—sings.” ╞════◇⚙◇════╡╞════◇⚙◇════╡ ╞════◇⚙◇════╡ Lyrics ╞════◇⚙◇════╡ Funny thing about cages ... wait... funny thing about people buildin' cages, they always measured the walls but never once measured the echoes (HAHA), handed me another little label, another little bottle, another little smile like "this should help," help who? You? Me? The version of me you kept redrawin' till the outline fit the folder better? That's cute. I quit countin' sheep, started countin' ceiling cracks, then the cracks started countin' back (hold up...) nah, don't look at me like that, you blinked first, I saw it, walls don't breathe, people do, walls just keep receipts, every scratch another sentence, every dent another witness, every lock another promise somebody else forgot they made. "Take a breath." Already spent it. "Ground yourself." Where? Which floor? Which version? Which appointment? Which little checkbox got my name beside it this week? Everybody wanna fix the frequency, nobody noticed I was broadcastin' the whole damn time. Don't nod at me... don't do that therapist nod, that's how it starts, one little nod become another notebook, another notebook become another diagnosis, another diagnosis become another stranger tellin' me my own mind like they toured the place (HAHA...) funny... I don't remember givin' guided visits. Every mirror got opinions now, every reflection talk too much, one says "sit," one says "run," one says "smile," one says "good luck," one says "you're almost there," one says "there ain't no almost," one says "you're losin' it"... (which one?) ...all of 'em. That's the joke. Funny how everybody hear a raised voice and call it madness, never hear the whisper that survived a thousand nights before it finally answered back. Funny how they fear the storm after they spent years seedin' every cloud. Funny how they built the room, locked the door, threw away the key... then panic when I learned hinges don't need permission. Every prescription came with another definition, every definition needed another translation, every translation somehow ended in my handwriting... (wait...) whose handwriting is this? Doesn't matter. It rhymes. I ain't unravelin'... I'm pullin' every thread you stitched through me until the whole disguise falls off the mannequin. You call it spiralin', I call it seein' every angle at the same damn time. You call it unstable, I call it finally quit pretendin' straight lines were ever natural. Hear that? ... Exactly. Silence got a heartbeat if you stop tryna' drown it. Chaos got a pattern if you quit tryna' sort it. I been talkin' to the static so long it finally learned my language, now the walls finish my sentences before I do and honestly... they're gettin' pretty good at it (HAHAHAHA.) You wanted quiet. You wanted normal. You wanted tidy little thoughts lined up in tidy little rows. Wrong girl. Wrong room. Wrong century. By the time you call me unhinged... I already memorized every pin. By the time you call security... I already know the exits. By the time you realize... I was never trapped in here... ... You are. (Hahahahaha) ╞════◇ ⚙ ◇════╡ Thank You For Listening ╞════◇ ⚙ ◇════╡
