[Verse 1] A thought begins before I choose, A whisper bends what I call truth. Patterns form, the past repeats, A loop disguised as new beliefs. [Verse 2] Awareness watches from the side, Detached, observing how I hide. I know the script, I’ve read the lines, Still, my mind recites them blind. [Pre-Chorus] I argue, I reason, I deconstruct, But thoughts don’t care for cause or trust. A paradox, a silent war, Between the me and the before. [Chorus] I’m just a victim of my mind Trapped inside a frame designed. Perception shifts, yet stays the same, A moving cage with a different name. I’m a victim of my mind... [Verse 3] A voice is not the one who speaks, A fear is not the thing it seeks. I see the hand, I watch it play, Yet still, I move the same old way. [Pre-Chorus] I argue, I reason, I deconstruct, But thought ignores my logic’s touch. A paradox, a silent war, Between the me and the before. [Chorus] I’m just a victim of my mind Trapped inside a frame designed. Perception shifts, yet stays the same, A moving cage with a different name. I’m a victim of my mind... [Bridge] The thinker thinks but can't escape, For thought itself creates the shape. I pull apart, I redefine, Yet all I build is still inside. [Final Chorus] I’m just a victim of my mind A system feeding from its lines. The structure bends, but never breaks, I rearrange, but I remain. [Outro] I deconstruct, I redefine… Yet all I build is still inside... "A system feeding from its lines." "But still inside." ("My Mind.)