Verse 1 Pressure coils in a spiraling loop, A self-made snare, a tightening noose. Every impulse barking its truth Though every truth’s just a restless recruit In the battalion of thoughts that I never enlisted. I resist it. But friction keeps insisting I pivot and listen. Pre-Chorus I’m spinning the wheels in a conflict's embrace, A ritual dance with the tension I face. It feeds on the fractures I fail to contain But I sift through the static for something humane. Chorus Settle the engine. Slow the ignition. Call back the calm from the edge of derision. Harness the heat, refine the combustion Patience arises in perfect reduction. Verse 2 Agitation’s a kingdom of glass, Built on the remnants of moments too fast. I trace every crack like a temporal map Learning the route back to balance at last. My pulse tries to govern by militant force; I reroute the current, redesigning its course. Control isn’t war It’s a quieter source. Loop after loop, I unspool the demand, Unknotting the twitch in the tremor’s command. The panic performs like a practiced charade, But I cut the cord and the costume will fade. Chorus Settle the engine. Slow the ignition. Call back the calm from the edge of derision. Harness the heat, refine the combustion Patience arises in perfect reduction. I breathe… Into the break… Into the bracing interval Between thought and reaction. I breathe… Until the storm forgets my name Until the moment remembers its function. Chorus Settle the engine. Slow the ignition. Call back the calm from the edge of derision. Harness the heat, refine the combustion Patience arises in perfect reduction. Verse 2 —I rise the same.
