[Hook] Souls under glass… we don’t even break, breathing so shallow, afraid to awake. We call it living… just keeping the pace— but something inside us remembers a place. Hands full of time… but it slips through our skin, we build whole lives we don’t live within. Free on the outside… but locked underneath— the deepest chains are the ones you don’t see. [Verse 1] We learned to function before we could feel, smiling in patterns that don’t even heal. Eyes full of stories we never confess, carrying oceans inside of our chest. Days getting traded for numbers and names, losing ourselves in invisible games. We speak about purpose like something we earn, but silence is where all the real voices burn. And maybe we knew… once, long ago— what it means just to be… not perform, not show. But the moment we doubted what lives in our core, we started to need what we never did before. [Pre-Hook] No one is screaming… it’s quiet and deep, a world full of souls that forgot how to weep. [Hook] Souls under glass… we don’t even break, breathing so shallow, afraid to awake. We call it living… just keeping the pace— but something inside us remembers a place. Hands full of time… but it slips through our skin, we build whole lives we don’t live within. Free on the outside… but locked underneath— the deepest chains are the ones you don’t see. [Verse 2] We turned our wounds into something to hide, called it “being strong” while we buried the cry. Truth feels heavy when you carry it alone, so we decorate cages and call them a home. Every distraction just numbs it a bit, every new high makes the silence hit. We’re chasing a version we’re told to become, while losing the one we’ve always been from. And deep in the noise… there’s a quiet return, not loud, not forced—just a feeling that burns. Like something eternal still calling your name… not asking for change—just asking for claim. [Bridge – offen, fast flüsternd] You don’t have to fight… just see what is real. The moment you feel… is the moment you heal. [Final Hook – weiter, fast schwerelos] Souls under glass… but the cracks start to show, light finds a way through the spaces below. We’re not that lost… just far from the truth— but truth never leaves… it just waits in you. Hands letting go… now we finally breathe, nothing to chase—just remembering being. Free wasn’t taken… it faded in sleep— and wakes the second we dare to go deep.
