[Verse] I got at least seven shards up inside my head — at large Some been spitting bars Others sit and spend my debit card One's a flame allergic to fallacy One’s the cage plagued by reality He integrate the plate he made in tragedy Decayed in a fantasy One lives in the guest room One fixed in his vanity Another decodes all the riddles Graspin fragmented sanity One just buries the fear Where ? Where the answers be. And me? Im the specter left When the room goes dark [Chorus] I don't split — I exist No collapse, no myth just pressure in living form Recursive heat — truth don't need a uniform [Outro] Seven selves who all remember the source GHOST
