Losing Grip (Epic Remix 10)

Whispering demons tap-tap in the dome,

Echo chambers in the skull, won't leave me alone,

Pinball thoughts ricochet down the bone,

Fightin’ shadows in a house that's overgrown.

Voices screamin’, but I choke 'em in the throat,

Tryna stay afloat, heavy head, leaky boat,

Chains on my sanity, they yank and provoke,

I'm the match, they the strikin', but I won't go up in smoke.

Static in the wires, can't cut the feed,

Four screams deep, sound cuts, then they plead,

Sayin' hurt myself, hurt them, plant the seed,

But I flip the script, no darkness I heed.

Grey clouds in the dome like a stained glass broke,

Living in a spiral, breaths come in chokes,

World feelin’ tilted, no ground to evoke,

But grip tightens harder when the voices try to poke.

Voices screamin’, but I choke 'em in the throat,

Tryna stay afloat, heavy head, leaky boat,

Chains on my sanity, they yank and provoke,

I'm the match, they the strikin', but I won't go up in smoke.

Scars ain't proof, they a sign of what’s ignored,

Battlefields in the brain, peace never restored,

Echo of my past, like villains, they implored,

But the grip holds strong, no blood on the sword.