[Intro] wha-at… i-is… yo-ou-u… se-ee-kin’? ca-an yo-ou he-ear… the spark… ri-i-sing? i ca-an fee-el… yo-ur sha-a-dow… mo-vi-ing… le-et me-e te-ell yo-ou… the ga-ate is o-open. [Intro] I taste the static humming in my lungs, Shadows curl like circuits coming undone. As I blink, the skyline fractures, bends A new dimension breathing through the ends. [Verse 1] Two silhouettes stitched into my name, One whispers, “break the frame,” the other fans the flame. The mirror’s gone opaque obsidian glass, It hides the versions of my future and my past. Ideas loop like tangled code in heat, Emotions tripwire, but I don’t retreat. Electric pressure crashing at my chest, I learn to breathe inside the overload’s unrest. [Pre-Chorus] Standing on the ledge of a collapsing dream, I move the world with just a threaded seam. Even if the stars shut off their glow, The fire in my core says, go. [Chorus] Break through! Let the thunder roll me down, Nothing can stop this swelling sound. Heart and circuit braid into one pulse, This is my revolt. Rise up! Swallow every doubt with fire, Shatter every cage, climb higher. In the blinding chaos I still shine This moment is my real time. [Verse 2] Hollow echoes tapping at my skull, Time splits open, gravity dull. Thoughts scatter faster than collapsing light, I slip my skin and re-ignite. False commands crumble like rusted code, Fragments of truth drift into load. The world keeps twisting in an error maze, Yet I thread meaning through the haze. [Bridge] Breath sinks heavy, colder than the floor, The whole horizon folding at its core. And from within the falling shape I hear: “This is your real form come near.” [Chorus] Break through! Let the thunder roll me down, Nothing can stop this swelling sound. Heart and circuit braid into one pulse, This is my revolt. Rise up! Swallow every doubt with fire, Shatter every cage, climb higher. In the blinding chaos I still shine This moment is my real time. [Outro] In the dim aftermath… a single beam, Not destruction more a waking dream. Even with my eyes closed… one truth calls: “You are no longer small.”
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