歌詞

Static in the attic of a mind that’s automatic

I’m in a pattern of panic, I’m planning to vanish the static and manage the damage

Mechanic with manic advantage, I’m stacking the fragments of fractured semantics

A savage with habits of grabbing the maddest of thoughts and I’m crafting a canvas

From scraps of the past and the lack of a path but I’m back and I’m actually standing

I’m mapping the gaps in the lapses of passion, collapsing the fact that I’m passive

I’m snapping the trap of a mind that was trapped in a draft of a life that was average

Now rapidly rapping and wrapping the rhythm in ribbons of intricate, intimate language

I’m flipping the script of existence and ripping the distance between me and madness

Wait—

Slow it down—

No, don’t—

Accelerate—

I’m betting the breath in my chest is a weapon, I’m testing the tension, I stretch it

Compressing the pressure, then pressing the lesson till everything’s etched in perception

Obsession’s a method, I’m stepping with reckless aggression, suppressing regression

Progression’s a question I answer with action instead of accepting rejection

Fractured frequency, piece by piece in me

Every break makes a place for the real in me

I don’t chase—I replace what was killing me

Now the noise is a voice that is healing me

Fractured frequency, piece by piece in me

Every break makes a place for the real in me

I don’t chase—I replace what was killing me

Now the noise is a voice that is healing me

I was lost in the layers of later and maybe and “wait till I’m ready” illusions

Now I’m breaking the cage of the page and the stage and engaging the rage into movement

No saving, no pausing, no cautious approach—I’m exposing the motion I’m choosing

This isn’t a dream, it’s a stream of a scream that is shaping the fate I’m pursuing