[Verse 1] They call it selfish. I call it survival. When the pressure climbs, my thoughts go tribal. One more demand and my hands go still. Need a clean escape just to keep my will. [Pre-Chorus] It’s empirical. I break this way. More weight on the chest, more I drift away. Cortisol high, I pay that debt. If I don’t get out, I get stuck in place. [Chorus] Lightning rod mode. Take the hit, take the hit. Lightning rod mode. I can’t live in it. Give me a door. Give me a spark. Give me a way through the dark. Lightning rod mode. I was built to move. [Verse 2] For you it’s the bottle, for me it’s the page. A sharp little thrill to break the cage. Could be a body, could be a thought. Could be one bright thing that the day forgot. But when you stack the task and fear, you kill the flame and I disappear. [Pre-Chorus] It’s empirical. I know the drill. More pressure, more escape, more need to heal. And don’t add a face that wants the proof. That kind of watching burns right through. [Chorus] Lightning rod mode. Take the hit, take the hit. Lightning rod mode. I can’t live in it. Give me a door. Give me a spark. Give me a way through the dark. Lightning rod mode. I was built to move. [Bridge] I need a shift. I need a bridge. Make the finish line feel like a lift. Not more judgment. Not more weight. Don’t load the storm and call it fate. [Final Chorus] Lightning rod mode. Take the hit, take the hit. Lightning rod mode. I can’t live in it. Give me a door. Give me a spark. Give me a way through the dark. Lightning rod mode. I was built to move. Lightning rod mode. I need a better groove.
