(Verse 1)
I’m a tightrope walker, no net below,
Thoughts like vultures circle, peck at my soul,
A brain on fire, yeah, the embers glow,
Sanity’s a ghost I don’t even know.
I laugh in the dark ‘cause the light’s a lie,
A clown with a grin and a mental black eye,
Chaos in the drawer, he whispers my name,
But I’m still here dancing in the sane.
(Pre-Chorus)
Tick-tock, the clock’s a guillotine,
Choppin’ up the calm I’ve never seen,
Voices in the walls, they scream, they sing,
A symphony of me unraveling.
Some wars I win, some I lose.
The fun part is I don't get a chance to choose.
(Chorus)
Hey, I’m a cracked mirror, can’t you see?
Shards of a man staring back at me,
Broken but alive, I’m a fragile king,
Ruling this madhouse, hear me sing—
Oh-oh-oh, I’m falling, I’m free,
Oh-oh-oh, the chaos is me!
(Verse 2)
They say, “Chin up, kid, it’s all in your head,”
Well, thanks, man, that’s why I’m half-dead,
A frayed mind, no thread to pull,
The court jester, I play the fool.
I wear my scars like a cracked crown,
King of the lost, won’t bow down,
The therapist nods, scribbles her lies,
But she don’t hear the war behind my eyes.
(Pre-Chorus)
Tick-tock, the clock’s a loaded gun,
Aiming at the man I might become,
Shadows on the stage, they twist, they run,
Spotlight’s on, but I’m undone.
(Chorus)
Hey, I’m a cracked mirror, can’t you see?
Shards of a man staring back at me,
Broken but alive, I’m a fragile king,
Ruling this madhouse, hear me sing—
Oh-oh-oh, I’m falling, I’m free,
Oh-oh-oh, the chaos is me!
(Bridge)
I’m the jester, the poet, the thief in the night,
Stealing my peace under flickering light,
A canvas of pain, I paint it red,
Screaming alive when I should be dead.
The crowd in my skull, they clap, they cheer,
A circus of doubt, and I’m the ringleader here,
But somewhere deep, a spark ignites,
I’m still swinging fists in this endless fight.
(Chorus)
Hey, I’m a cracked mirror, can’t you see?
Shards of a man staring back at me,
Broken but alive, I’m a fragile king,
Ruling this madhouse, hear me sing—
Oh-oh-oh, I’m falling, I’m free,
Oh-oh-oh, the chaos is me!
(Outro)
So here’s to the mess, the cracks, the sins,
The wars I lose, the wars I win,
A cracked mirror’s all I’ll ever be,
But damn, I’m alive—I'm eternally me.
ArtoftheEscape
