ceilin’ stares back white picket lie we don’t buy the sky we just ride the tide burnin' our dreams like a flag on fire in the land of the muted we preach to the wire sick and tired i’m jet-fueled spit run on caffeine grief and existential wit no time to lace up these metaphors proper we rock yesterday's rage like secondhand armor think too loud they call it “illegitimate” but these thoughts, yeah i syndicate every bit of it two ghosts in a dollhouse actin’ like it’s love but i’d rather break mirrors than fake what i'm made of what oh what might be wrong, you afraid of the noise, we ain’t sad it’s a weaponized choice. dark laugh on loop breakin’ through the sun turbulence means the great race already begun i see us we see us slicing through the noise we're the quiet applause in a thousand empty voids holy hell what a riddle brick by broken stone tryna build peace on a satellite we don’t even own no breaks. no apologies. just the beat... that don't... give. "no breaks. no apologies." compass cracked at the corner of north side night got two arms just for typin' out this fight speedin’ 55 full throttle no lives left we patch up truth with duct tape and death symphonies glitch in a room where walls grin mood swings ain’t mistakes it’s the tempo within the reverb is real the pain’s the percussion we remix the system no need for discussion we at the top of the wheel beer in hand spillin’ every dream we were told to disband stories echo like a looped siren dawn snare hits like fists but we still move on can’t see the path but the sound is clear we don’t follow the light we steer by fear ya ya yaye aye! every left turn is a riot every silence is a wire every look away is violence and the anthem, us gettin’ louder in defiance. "no breaks. no apologies." "no breaks" "no apologies" "no breaks. no apologies." we never asked for answers just space to speak this riddle ain’t broken it was made to leak no chorus no savior no hand-me-down truth just the echo of the riot in the whisper of youth i ain’t got what i wanted and that’s the win we don’t fix wrong rights we just live in the spin play our role like wolves in the rhythm’s breath bite the beat till the whole thing begs for death final gospel: we ain’t afraid to feel we don’t swerve no more we grip that wheel. it’s time to get out no time to shout blaze the trail and burn the doubt "no breaks. no apologies." "no breaks no apologies "no breaks. no apologies." "no breaks. no apologies."
