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[Intro - hushed, close-mic, uneasy, rhythmic] Lost the connection Pulse is a ghost Breath in the deep end Body or soul, who's haunting who most? [Verse 1 - hushed, close-mic, uneasy, half-spoken, tightening] Wore the frame, but the mirror stayed bent Name on the door, but the key never fit Badge in my fist, and the metal felt thin Like a moon in a drain, I kept circling in Talk in my chest with a lock and a tremor Smile on my face, but the roots in the cellar Built up a mask out of borrowed misquotes Folded by fear into origami smoke If I'm really here, why do all the seams fray? Why do these hands feel like someone else praying? Move like a clue left out in the rain One foot in the maze, one foot in the frame [Pre-Chorus - strained, low, leaning in, rising tension] Call me what you want Still hear the doubt Crown made of glass Cuts when you shout Iβm a question mark In a room full of proof Still mapping scars Like a path to the truth [Chorus - urgent, building, breathless, last line defiant] Whoβs in my hoodie when Iβm not looking? Whoβs got my voice sounding twisted and crooked? Whose name wears my face if it isnβt my own? Whose heavy breathing is haunting my home? I pass like a twin, but I know itβs a trick I wear this lie well, but it fits me too quick Iβm still in the maze, but Iβm lighting the wick Iβm not the crack - Iβm the spark in the flint [Bass Solo Break] __________________ [Leave space to breathe [Verse 2 - low, clipped, gritty, uneasy, tightening edge] Walk through the hallway on borrowed terrain Nodding at faces I can't quite explain Sweating through velvet, reciting the cues Standing an inch from the soles of my shoes They hand me the mic, but I choke on the tone A counterfeit king on a cardboard throne Glass in the shadow, static in the skull Counting the seconds till the sirens get full If I built the floor, whyβs it giving beneath? Why do I smile through somebody elseβs teeth? [Chorus - urgent, building, breathless, last line defiant] Whoβs in my eyes when the spotlight hits? Whoβs pulling strings while the rhythm splits? Whose steps do I follow across this floor? Whose ghost is that knocking behind the door? I pass like a twin, but I know itβs a trick I wear this lie well, but it fits me too quick Iβm still in the maze, but Iβm lighting the wick Iβm not the crack - Iβm the spark in the flint [Verse 3 - low, clipped, gritty, steadying] Studied the script and swallowed the margin Every clean win felt shoplifted, stolen A puzzle box mind with a latch in the middle Half of me drowned in the feedback and signal They call it success, I call it survival A hallway of echoes where shadows are rivals I speak in a code only nightmares can read Gold on the surface, but rust in the seed Two different ghosts in one heavy coat One maps the escape, one cuts at the rope If I step to the light, do I vanish or stay? If I shatter the shell, what crawls out to pray? [Bridge - bare, intimate, cracked-open, swell on last line] Maybe the fraud was the fear all along Maybe the crack let the signal belong I donβt need perfect to prove I was here Iβm the smoke and the spark and the pulse in the mirror [Bass Solo Break] __________________ [Leave space to breathe [Pre-Chorus - stripped-back, urgent, close mic, pushing to release] Call me what you want Still hear the doubt Crown made of glass Cuts when you shout Iβm a question mark In a room full of proof Still mapping scars Like a path to the truth [Chorus - urgent, rising, breathless, last line hard and steady] Whoβs using my mouth when I start to push back? Who turns all my quiet right into static? Whose footprint is circling close to my track? Whose hand is that pressing the weight on my back? I pass like a twin, but I know itβs a trick I wear this lie well, but it fits me too quick Iβm still in the maze, but Iβm lighting the wick Iβm not the crack - Iβm the spark in the flint [Verse 4 - steady, grounded, resonant, building power] I know this room by the sound of my doubt I claim my name where the static cuts out Call me a fake, but I still show up whole I came in chipped, but I leave in control No longer running from what I avoid One hand on the spark, one hand in the void Iβm tracing the fractures, cutting the line Taking the shape of my own design [Final Chorus - urgent, soaring, defiant and strong] Whoβs in my thoughts when the panic runs wild? Who says Iβm broken, who says Iβm exile? No more quiet, no second guess I claim the blood beating under this chest I passed like a twin, but Iβm done with the trick Iβm dropping the mask, and itβs hitting real quick I burned down the maze with the end of that wick Iβm not the crack - Iβm the spark in the flint [Bass Solo Break] __________________ [Leave space to breathe [Outro - stripped, distant, half-spoken, decay, realistic win] Connection established Pulse is my own Breath back on the surface Not haunting, just home.
