[Intro] Get the fuck– UUUP [Verse 1] Pressure in the dirt. Weight in my jaw. I drag myself, and the world pulls back. Nothing here fits me. Not the air. Not the noise. Not the pulse in my chest. Bones feel borrowed. Skin feels wrong. Every step costs more than the last. I taste rust. I taste the end of something I never understood— something that never welcomed me. A spark hits anyway— burning hot, burning wrong, burning without reason. The world keeps turning— slow, merciless, like it knows I can’t match its pace. [Pre-Chorus] I am not your cure. I am not your burden. Just a crack in the surface— left to split. [Chorus] This world survives without the shape I carried. It breathes cleaner where my shadow used to fall. I reach for it anyway— for the light I never held. It glows brighter the farther I fade. Love it? Yeah… I always did. But it rises higher when I'm not here. [Verse 2] Teeth grind. Hands shake. The old rot crawls up again. This place grows— even as I fall inward. Even as I fade outward. Even as I choke on the static. My veins burn cold. My thoughts drag deep. The weight in my chest doesn’t let up. Every sound here cuts like metal. Every breath cracks like frost. Still… the night wind cuts through me, sharp enough to feel real, true enough to sting. Maybe the world was right to keep me off its rhythm. Maybe the silence is the only thing that fits. Maybe I was noise— and nothing more— from the start. [Pre-Chorus] I am not the answer. I am not the fault. Just the noise that never found its place. [Chorus] This world survives without the shape I carried. It breathes cleaner where my shadow used to fall. I reach for it anyway— for the light I never held. It glows brighter the farther I fade. Love it? Yeah… I always did. But it rises higher when I'm not here. “Let it turn. Let it thrive. I won’t drag it down another inch.” {spoken-growl} “Let me fall out of orbit. Let it spin without me.” [Breakdown] Tear me out— tear me out— TEAR ME OUT OF THIS PLACE! BLEGH Carve my name from the dirt. Scrape my voice from the air. If the world needs saving— it’s saving itself from ME. [Final Chorus] This world survives without the weight I left behind. It breathes deeper in the space I finally gave it. Hate it— Love it— Both were real. But it stands stronger when I let myself release. Let it heal. Let it rise. Let it breathe— the moment I let go. [Outro] Perfect… the second I disappear.
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