Verse 1
Thoughts cutting deep—knives screaming out
Too loud to translate, I can’t sort them out
Existence feels heavy, aching to the core
A gnawing I can’t ignore
Fingers drag slowly down my arm
Just to remind me my body’s still warm
Skin laid smooth—
Too quiet, too clean—too empty, too pristine
Like it’s never seen me
Bleeding through the brush, staining the surface
Falling into malice—
Paint is lavish, sequestered by madness—
I want to understand the blood on the canvas—
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Chorus
Too loud to translate
I can’t sort it out
All my thoughts like shattered glass
Paralyzed in my mind
Everything’s breaking now
But it was never for the taking
I’m still warm, still here
But can’t steer
If I disappear
Would it be clear?
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Verse 2
A pin to the heart—enough to take me back to start
Who do you think you are, trying just to leave a mark?
Dismissal reads like demise
Rejection refines what survives
Your words cut deep—I feel it every time
But it’s fine, I don’t mind
I internalize what I realize—
That. I. cut. deeper
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Chorus
Too loud to translate
I can’t sort it out
All my thoughts like shattered glass
Paralyzed in my mind
Everything’s breaking now
But it was never for the taking
I’m still warm, still here
But can’t steer
If I disappear
Would it be clear?
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Bridge
Am I even in this body
Or just watching from behind?
Every thought gets loud and crowded
Then it cleaves me every time
If I cut through all the noise
Would there be something underneath?
Or just more blood on the canvas
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Final Chorus
Too loud to translate
I can’t sort it out
All my thoughts like shattered glass
Paralyzed in my mind
Everything’s breaking now
But it was never for the taking
I’m still warm, still here
But can’t steer
If I disappear
Would it be clear?
Or would it all stay the same?
Alone in the game
