[Intro — low voice / glitch] Cut the sound. Kill the lights. Look at the facts. Cold. [Verse 1 — sharp flow] Saw the gold — underneath, rust. Saw the walls — underneath, cracks. Pretty words, fragile foundations, I learned real quick: the damage never needs translation. Smoke in the air — promises suspended, They rise, they shine, then disappear unfinished. I stopped running after every signal, When the beacon starts blinking, sometimes it means danger — not arrival. Tick-tock — time cuts deep, Click-clack — masks fall cheap. No need to scream when the truth hits hard, It walks right through the door and stays in the dark. [Pre-Chorus] Cold in my stare. Fire under ice. I don't chase the story. I measure the signs. [Chorus — heavy / repetitive] COLD — sharp. COLD — clear. COLD — I see every crack beneath the glare. No movie. No trial. Facts speak — let ’em speak a while. COLD — calm heart, razor vision. I walk straight while the whole set breaks its position. [Verse 2 — fast flow] Rusty bridge — I know that sound, When it creaks too loud, it's habit holding it down. I don't force doors that refuse to turn, Let the locks tell the story of the bridges burned. Dead leaf — strong wind — trajectory, Some ties are anchors dressed up like destiny. I drop the weight, no need for war, When the current shifts, the river doesn't ask the stone. Living heart, but surgical eyes, I sort the real from the pretty disguise. No need for hatred, no need to shout, When a page is finished — I stop writing it out. [Break — beat cuts] Cold. Sharp. Clear. I watch. I understand. I move. [Final Drop] COLD — sharp. COLD — clear. COLD — I see every crack beneath the glare. No movie. No trial. Facts speak — let ’em speak a while. COLD — calm heart, razor vision. I walk straight while the whole set breaks its position. [Outro — low voice] The fog falls. The masks fall too. Same world. Different eyes.
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