[verse] I scrape at the strings till I feel the pain, Let them shape what I can't quite explain. One moment I'm soaring, the next I go low, I'm jester, I'm hangman — a mute little show. [chorus] No strength to rise — lost in a viscous haze, Clawing out chords on the concrete's cold face. I want the pattern — the routine I know! I'm fire! I'm ice... I'm a metronome. [verse] "Pull yourself together" — they hiss in my face, My mind splits in two, poles ripped out of place. I'm chaos — a song where every note falls, A hollow pill in a cage with no walls. [chorus] No strength to rise — lost in a viscous haze, Clawing out chords on the concrete's cold face. I want the pattern — the routine I know! I'm fire! I'm ice... I'm a metronome. [bridge] My mind is a traitor with thorns that it wove, Dancing pogo on dreams that I used to love. And sometimes I'd rather just vanish in sleep, Betray the song — let the fire have what I keep. [verse] I'm plastic, I'm boring — a soulless design, In sterile calm, there's no music of mine. I flushed what was painting each sunrise in gray, I'm fire! I'm passion! The mad poet remains! [final chorus, power] Breathe in, breathe out — lost in a viscous haze, Clawing out chords on the concrete's cold face. My fortress, my pattern — no comfort, no home, I'm fire! I'm ice! I'm a metronome!
