[Verse 1] Yeah Wake up, same fight, same ceiling Same script, same reel, same feeling Every thought got a thought on a leash Every step got a crack in the street Bus stop, hood up, head ringing Three critics, one brain, all singing "Slow down, speak up, sit still" Can't tell which one of them is real [Pre-Chorus] I keep my words on a wire Tongue tip dancing with fire Tiptoe tightrope in my skull One wrong move and I’m gone [Chorus] These voices in my head won’t let me breathe Won’t let me be, won’t let me sleep Every time I stand, they cut my feet Ground keeps slipping out from under me Walk on eggshells in my own mind Landmines buried in every line I talk back just to feel free But it only ever helps me temporarily [Verse 2] Heart race, fast talk, teeth grinding (yeah) Laugh it off, but the storm’s still climbing Smile on, but the joke’s on me Play cool, while I’m screaming quietly They say, "You’re fine" They say, "You’re blessed" Why my calm feel just like a test? Why my wins feel rigged, pre-set? Why my peace feel paid in debt? [Pre-Chorus] I keep my steps real tiny Each thought sharp, all spiny Thin ice floor on a tilt Every day a balance of guilt [Chorus] These voices in my head won’t let me breathe Won’t let me be, won’t let me sleep Every time I stand, they cut my feet Ground keeps slipping out from under me Walk on eggshells in my own mind Landmines buried in every line I talk back just to feel free But it only ever helps me temporarily [Bridge] Tell me, is it me or them? (hey!) Are they foes or fake best friends? They say jump, I say "how high?" They say "fall," I don’t ask why But I’m done tiptoeing, done staying small If the floor caves in, let it all just fall If my mind’s that loud, then it’s gonna hear this Every “shut up” getting drowned by my spirit (woah) [Chorus] These voices in my head won’t let me breathe Won’t let me be, won’t let me sleep Every time I stand, they cut my feet Ground keeps slipping out from under me Walk on eggshells in my own mind Landmines buried in every line I talk back just to feel free Yeah, it only ever helps me temporarily [Outro] But I’m still here, still not dead Still tread light on this spiderweb If the ground goes, I’ll grow my wings Let the choir in my skull start to sing (oh yeah)

rap, Hybrid rap-rock with punk energy, male vocals. Start on a tense, muted guitar riff over tight hip-hop drums, dry vocal up front. Pre-chorus adds distorted bass swells and claps; chorus explodes with crunchy power chords, shouted gang vocals, and bright pop-punk harmonies. Second verse brings a darker trap-inflected groove under the guitars. Finish with a half-time, screamed outro hook and a feedback tail., rock, hip hop, punk, pop

Voices on Thin Ice