[Intro] “Mid-week mirror, aspirated who’s breathing with me?” [Verse 1 — self-audit] Two pulls of oxygen, while I watch the glass fog, Maladjusted? Yeah right—the smog-logged cog bogged in dialogue. Society’s a sickness; being well-adjusted feels rotten, But rather cough up societies truth than swallow, my wellbeing forgotten. Second inhale… lens tightens on denial, We curate carousel lives—swipe left, fake a smile. Cephalopod pupils, I see shapes shift inside reflection, Light casts a shadow; there's a blueprint for correction. Sigh out the ballast—shame, blame, borrowed trends, Can’t heal a wound while the gauze prevents the mends of ends. [Hook — “Hump-Day Sigh”] [sigh] — “Mirror check!” — “Glass don’t bend for the flex!” There's light, lets test, illusions get wrecked Beams burst undressed, horizons up, blessed next. [sigh] — Mirror check!” — “Who’s the algorithm’s pet?” Mid-week murmur: we breathe in, we revise— Aspiration in, expiration why? [Verse 2 — social X-ray] Celebration of depravity; filters selling fantasy, Influencers build cathedrals shaped out of vanity. Face-value prophets, elites in kids-only rooms— Circumspect smiles hiding Lilith-branded fumes. Clock in nine-to-five? Peasant rent to modern crowns; Medieval serfs had evenings, we stream till our souls drown. Corporate kings re-brand the whip as KPI, Vassals on display while the dark core guides supply. I see the ledger: life hours swapped for gilded crumbs; Aspirated sigh—feel the truth in my lungs. Not bad to be mis-fit when the system fits malign, My maladjusted masquerade—keeps my conscience in line. [Bridge — ‘Shadowplay’] “See the shadow… embrace intention… arc of redemption…” [Verse 3 — arc of redemption] Now exhale doubt, inhale luminous intent, Light and shadow partner-dance; wholeness pays the rent. Weave every scar into humanity’s arc— North Star forged from the ashes of what's dark. Mirror shows fractures; I trace them, gold-leaf style, Kintsugi psyche—breakage turns worthwhile. One more double breath, sigh stretched like dawn— Wednesday passes; by sunrise we respawn. Look again: reflection’s armed with empathy and will, If redemption’s a mountain, I’m halfway up the hill. [Hook — “Hump-Day Sigh”] [sigh] — “Mirror check!” — “Glass don’t bend for the flex!” There's light, let's best, illusions get wrecked Beams burst undressed, horizons up, blessed next. [sigh] “Mirror check!" — “Who’s the algorithm’s pet?” Mid-week murmur: we breathe in, we revise— Aspiration in, expiration why? [sigh] — “Mirror check!” — “Benevolent disrupt—suspect.” Full-length breath, full-length view— Hump-day hurdle hurdled; next dawn, brand new.
