SYKOTiX — TRAPPED IN THE HOURGLASS YEP… YEP… Here we go… SYKOTiX SYKOTiX AND SANE Feels like an HOURGLASS that I'm trapped inside, Sand rises up while I'm fighting to survive. Every time I find my feet, they push me back inside, Shovels in their hands, another load added to the pile. I opened up my life, hoping they'd understand, Now one by one, another shovel load lands. They use my words against me, add weight to the strain, How much of my life gets buried in the sand? Grains keep falling, walls close in, How much more can one man give? Hands are shaking, adrenaline surging, Still I'm fighting, still refusing to give in! I'M TRAPPED INSIDE THIS HOURGLASS! BURIED UNDER EVERYTHING I'VE HAD TO CARRY! EVERY GRAIN ....... ANOTHER HOUR GONE, ANOTHER DAY I'VE FOUGHT TO HOLD ON! I CLAW THE WALLS, I FIGHT THE FALL, I WON'T LET THIS WEIGHT DEFINE IT ALL! THE SAND KEEPS RISING — I'M STILL HERE! STILL FIGHTING! STILL HERE! Forged by Hurt and Pain, reborn again, Built Strong, built Tough, I'll carry the weight. It's not in me to kneel, not in me to hide, I might bend, I might bleed, but I'll still survive. Too many close calls, too many times at redline, Too many times at top speed, running out of time. But I'll still turn that motorcycle key, Twist the throttle, ride away.............. searching to feel free! Harder to think… Harder to breathe… NAH! STILL MORE IN THE TANK! Viking heritage in my blood, Hurt and pain — forged the name SYKOTiX! I'M TRAPPED INSIDE THIS HOURGLASS! BURIED UNDER EVERYTHING I'VE HAD TO CARRY! EVERY GRAIN — ANOTHER HOUR GONE, ANOTHER DAY — I'M STILL HOLDING ON! THE SAND KEEPS RISING — LET IT RISE! I'M STILL HERE, AND I'M STILL ALIVE Here we go… Here we go again… The sand keeps falling… SYKOTiX and SANE PUSHING THE REDLINE PUSHING THE LIMIT AT TOP SPEED THE ONLY WAY iT ALL DISAPPEARS ONLY THEN I FEEL FREE
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