Lyric

Footsteps drown in asphalt oceans

Every streetlamp sings a minor key

Regret is gravel in my pockets

Pulling me deeper with every heartbeat

I breathe in dust, exhale a requiem—

The city wears my grief like neon skin

Carry the weight, carry the weight

Stones of sorrow wired to my spine

No savior waits at the edge of dawn

So I drag this atlas of pain as if it were mine

Billboards advertise hollow tomorrows

Tongues of mercury lick the sky

Hope is a currency long discontinued

Yet I clutch its counterfeit just to survive

Silence sharpens like a broken bottle

Cutting constellations into my lungs

Carry the weight, carry the weight

Bones are bridges over rivers of doubt

If healing is merely a rumor of light

I’ll walk in the dark ’til the shadows burn out

Let memory rust into iron wings

Let sorrow brand its coordinates on my ribs

I am longitude, I am latitude

Mapping despair where no compass lives

Carry the weight, carry the weight

Anchors of nightmares sewn to my skin

Until the stars forget their orbit

I’ll shoulder this universe broken within