歌詞

Ghosting through the block

While the city starts to breathe like a graveyard

Beneath the feet of a sovereign who’s refusing to grieve

Wiping the sweat of the struggle with a gospel that I’m forced to weave

Inside a spiral descent that most would never believe

The smell of the success is just a poison in the lock of the gate

But I’m the one who writes the law and the mission upon the heavy iron plate

Loving the weight of the fate

While I’m piling up the power to negate

The hate of the herd that’s stuck in a static loop

No hesitation on the trigger of the self-overcoming mission

Dodging the opposition with a professional spiritual intuition

Until I gain the top position in this recurring vision

I’m the architect of the abyss

Making every single cut with precision

Embracing the gravity of every recurring vanity

While we’re dancing in the dust of a cosmic galaxy

Just a sovereign spirit seeking a ghost of sanity

Inside this iron cage of humanity

Every recurring vanity

While we’re dancing in the dust

Marinating in the shadows of a diamond-studded sorrow

While I'm borrowing from the void just to survive until tomorrow

Seeing the armor start to crack

As the weight of the karma begins to follow

The hollow dreams of a king with a throne that’s starting to feel so narrow

I’m defining the drive in the center of the tectonic grain

Washing the vintage blood with the friction of the core’s pain

Because the paper in the bag is just a static loop in the rain

While I’m standing in the fissures

Trying to break the cycle of the mental chain

While we’re dancing in the dust

Ghosting through the block

While the city starts to breathe like a graveyard

Beneath the feet of a sovereign who’s refusing to grieve

Wiping the sweat of the struggle with a gospel that I’m forced to weave

Inside a spiral descent that most would never believe

The smell of the success is just a poison in the lock of the gate

But I’m the one who writes the law and the mission upon the heavy iron plate

Loving the weight of the fate

While I’m piling up the power to negate

The hate of the herd

Every sin is a seed in the strata

That I’ve already sown

Reaping the wisdom of the abyss

That I’ve built on my own

No longer chasing the chills

Of a ghost that’s already flown

I’m the only master of the chaos

That I’ve ever truly known