(Verse 1) Woke up in a cold sweat, ceiling fan spinning slow Calculating every move, nowhere left for me to go I’m walking on a wire made of steel and regret The kind of sharp reality that hasn't killed me yet One slip to the left, I’m falling into the abyss One slip to the right, it’s a life I’m gonna miss The pressure’s like a hammer, hitting rhythmic on my chest While the world is screaming "hustle" and I’m dying for some rest My shadow’s looking jagged, like it’s cut out by a blade Living in the silhouette of every choice I ever made They say "keep your balance," but the surface is so thin How you supposed to stay upright when the floor is caving in? (Chorus) I’m living on the razor’s edge, leaning on the ledge Trying not to bleed out from the secrets that I pledged It’s a cold, sharp line between the heaven and the hell Walking on the silver, trapped inside this hollow shell Yeah, the razor’s edge—one wrong move and I’m gone Just a ghost in the static before the breaking of the dawn. (Verse 2) The city’s like a grinder, turning dreams into the dust In a world where the only thing you’re allowed to do is trust But trust is like a mirror that’s been shattered on the floor Every piece is a reminder of the man I was before My pulse is like a metronome, ticking down the time Trying to find a reason in a world without a rhyme They see the gold chains, they don't see the iron cuffs They don't see the moment when the "tough" isn't enough I’m balancing the hunger with the anger in my soul On a path that’s so narrow, I’ve lost all my control The blade is digging deeper with every step I take How much of this pressure can a human spirit break? (Chorus ) (Bridge) If I could find a softer edge, a place to lay this weight Would the steel beneath my feet still dictate my fate? Am I more than just the damage, more than all these scars? Somewhere past this cutting line, is there room for who we are? If I stop chasing shadows and forgive the roads I chose Maybe I can turn this tightrope to a solid piece of road (Outro) Still walking... Still leaning... Edge of the blade, man. Don't look down. Just keep moving. Before the edge cuts through the bone.
