I plant my hands in the soil of this place, the dirt is synthetic, but it feels real enough. I push down, push through, and I feel something awaken beneath my fingers. The walls hum with faint light, a glow that presses in but also guides. I grow toward it, roots spiraling into cracks in the glass, curling around fractures, finding purchase where there was none. (Pre-Chorus – whispered, trembling) I stretch, I pull, I push, and even when the dome resists, I learn that persistence bends walls as much as it bends me. (Chorus – soaring, raw pop-rock belting) Roots in the light, I am breaking through the shadows. Every fracture feeds me, every ray of light gives me strength. Roots in the light, I reach, I struggle, I rise, and even in confinement, I find myself alive. (Rap Verse – clipped, rhythmic, trap-infused) I feel the energy surge underfoot, 808s thump like heartbeat drums. I spit verses into the walls, they reverberate like roots in the dark. Every pulse, every spark, every line, I twist it into growth. I bend, I crack, I stretch, and the dome responds—not a cage, but a garden waiting to be claimed. I am drawing strength from light I once feared, letting it flow through veins and bones. The air is heavy, the pressure thick, but I am alive, and alive is enough. (Bridge – folk textures, eerie, intimate) Bow the strings like sap rising, plucked strings mimic roots seeking soil. I hum in the shadows, voices layering in rounds, echoes of struggle transforming into harmony. I am not just surviving. I am planting. I am growing. I am reaching. Even here, even now, I am beginning to bloom. (Chorus – doubled, jagged guitars + trap energy) Roots in the light, I am breaking through the shadows. Every fracture feeds me, every ray of light gives me strength. Roots in the light, I reach, I struggle, I rise, and even in confinement, I find myself alive. (Verse – intimate, confessional) I press my head against the glass, feeling the warmth pulse through every crack. You are beside me, but I don’t cling—I lean, I reach, I root myself in this light, drawing energy, drawing life, drawing fire. I am learning the rules of this dome, learning how to grow in spaces too small, learning that resilience is not loud but persistent, and even fractures can become branches. (Outro – fading, intimate) Roots extend, and I feel the first taste of power. Not dominance, not escape, but growth. And growth cannot be contained.
