[Verse 1 – slow 7/8 grind, glitch stutter, punk snarl] Tiptoe down the silver line Woven words to wrap around your spine Paint your dreams in black and gold I'll make you a god, or leave you cold! Deconstructing dogma with methodical precision, Every proposition tested through a critical revision, Intellectual rigor over instinct every time Because a polished misconception is still a lie in rhyme. Ask who profits from your panic Ask who feeds upon the blind Ask whose hand is on the curtain when memory gets revised "Here's where we get going!" I've said "I'm fine" so many times The words don't feel like they're mine I've worn this mask for so long now What's under, I don't even know Sickly singing tears are stinging Speaking softly double meaning Tender twisted so aloof Your words are lies and here's the proof Fluorescent buzz in a room gone mean Old paint peeling off a half-dead dream Everybody talks like they know the score I’m still here kicking dents in the floor You started one war and called it fame, I conquered ten worlds and forgot their names. You lost your throne and called it choice, I built an empire with my own voice. This situation got me graceless, like i'm naked and im race-in, wasted through the wasteland, breakneck pace and i'm hated, for what they don't understand, in your face and im bracin', cuz we throwin hands I've said "I'm fine" so many times The words don't feel like they're mine I've worn this mask for so long now What's under, I don't even know
