(Verse 1) It whispers softly, cutting deep, Turning daylight into sleep. Every thought it twists around, Till I can’t trust the solid ground. (Chorus) A campaign of doubt, It poisons the air. A campaign of doubt, It says I won’t dare. (Verse 2) Every step, it shakes my will, Every voice grows sharp and still. I’m drowning in its endless storm, It bends my shape, it breaks my form. (Bridge) But I see its patterns, I trace the lies, I catch the shadows behind its eyes. It fights with silence, it feeds on fear, But I won’t bow while my song is near.
