(breaths building) …been running from the noise inside my skull… …trying to keep my hands on the wheel… Every day I wake up chasing air, mind spinning out but I’m standing still. Right skin, wrong world — nothing fits, heartbeat steady but the pulse won’t sit. Pressure climbing like a storm in my veins, every step heavy from invisible chains. Caught between answers I’ll never know, not sure if this road wants to hold or let go. *(“keep moving…”) I’ve been lost in halls I never chose, searching for a corner where my thoughts can close. *(“just breathe…”) Maybe I was born in the wrong place, trying to hold my ground at my own pace. Mind keeps racing with nowhere to slow, pushing through a wave I can’t overthrow. Wide awake even when I’m low, rising again when the pull says “no.” If I break tonight, just know— I was reaching for my own soul. *(“push through…”) Some nights I swear I’m finally fine, world lining up with the beat of my spine. Then it twists again with no warning sign, everything steady falling out of line. Good thoughts spark but they won’t stay, slip through my grip and drift away. Climb my mind like it runs for miles, never find calm, just haunted trials. *(“keep going…”) There’s a quiet in the pressure but it never fades, hard to stand tall when the cost gets paid. *(“don’t fold…”) Maybe I was born in the wrong place, trying to hold my ground at my own pace. Mind keeps racing with nowhere to slow, pushing through a wave I can’t overthrow. Wide awake even when I’m low, rising again when the pull says “no.” If I break tonight, just know— I was reaching for my own soul. *(“hold steady…”) (GUITAR SOLO – 8–12 seconds — fast, melodic, rising, melodeath phrasing) I’m not weak, just worn from the strain, fighting through storms wired in my brain. If I start slipping, don’t look away— I’ve been trying to stay, clawing for today. Every scar marks the miles I’ve run, every breath proof I’m not done. Hold me steady when I lose my aim, I’ve been walking through fire to reclaim my name. *(“stay with it…”) Maybe I was born in the wrong place, trying to hold my ground at my own pace. Mind keeps racing with nowhere to slow, chasing down control I may never know. Wide awake even when I’m low, rising again when the pull says “no.” If I break tonight, just know— I was reaching for my own soul. *(“still here…”) (fading breaths) …out of place… …but still here…
