Verse 1 - I’ve been pacing in a system that was built to delay me, Clock hands tick while the walls try to play me. Every promise wrapped tight in a maybe, Every open door just another way to cage me. I move through the noise with a head full of static, Everybody talking but the progress is manic. I’m calm on the surface, inside it’s volcanic, Pressure in my chest but I’m holding it manicured, manic. Chorus 1 - I’m fed up, wound tight, still ready to go, Heart full of fire, head buried in smoke. Can’t break out, but I won’t stay slow, I push through the pressure till the whole world knows. Fed up — don’t fold. Wound tight — don’t stall. I move with the weight of a thousand walls. Verse 2 - I’ve been grinding through days that refuse to reply, Talking to ceilings and questioning why. Every dream’s got a foot on my spine, But I’m still standing tall in the eye of the fight. I don’t scream, I don’t beg, I don’t plead, I just sharpen my thoughts till they’re cutting me free. Every setback just feeds what I need, I convert all the doubt into fuel when I breathe. They say “wait for your turn”, like the world’s got a queue, But the line never moves if it’s not meant for you. So I built my own lane from the things that I knew, And I drive it through limits till the vision comes true. Chorus 2 - I’m fed up, wound tight, still ready to go, Heart full of fire, head buried in smoke. Can’t break out, but I won’t stay slow, I push through the pressure till the whole world knows. Fed up — don’t fold. Wound tight — don’t stall. I move with the weight of a thousand walls. Verse 3 - I’m not angry, I’m focused, there’s a difference in that, I don’t lash out, I just tighten the strap. Every knock at my door just deepens the crack, Till the frame gives way and I walk through the gap. I’ve been boxed in by rules I never agreed to, Measured by metrics that don’t even see you. But I know who I am when the noise all recedes to A single clear voice saying “do what you need to.” So I stand in the storm with a spine made of steel, Every breath another vow that this life will be real. I don’t need permission to feel what I feel — I just need the momentum to finally deal. Final Chorus - I’m fed up, wound tight, still ready to go, Heart full of fire, head buried in smoke. Can’t break out, but I won’t stay slow, I push through the pressure till the whole world knows. Fed up — no chains. Wound tight — no fall. I break through the weight of a thousand walls. Outro - Fed up — no chains. Heart full of fire. I’m fed up, wound tight, still ready to go. I break through the weight of a thousand walls.
