Cycle of the Stray

[Verse]
Hands clenched tight, but the grip keeps slippin’,
Soul keeps sinkin’, while my mind keeps trippin’.
Mirror showin' cracks, but it ain't the glass,
See a ghost in the frame, hauntin' my past.
Scriptures on my tongue, but they feel like riddles,
Heart beats heavy, caught between the middle.
Say I’m clean, but the stains still linger,
Pointin’ at myself, accusatory finger.
[Chorus]
Round and round, I spin in the fight,
Chasin’ my shadow in the dead of night.
Dog to the vomit, chains won’t shatter,
I pray, I repent, but do I even matter?
[Verse 2]
Paul wrote it down, war in the flesh,
Wanna do good, but the bad feels fresh.
Trapped in my skin, a cycle so savage,
Cross on my neck, but the burden, I manage.
Vices in my veins, got me feelin' like a puppet,
Strings pulled tight, can’t seem to unplug it.
Bible in my lap, but the pages feel silent,
A storm in my chest, faith vs. violence.
[Bridge]
I scream to the sky, but the echo comes back,
Questions in my throat, fillin' every crack.
Am I forgiven, or am I just fakin’?
Every tear shed, is it worth the breakin’?

trap, female vocals, female vocals with a haunting tone over 808s and sparse hi-hats, rap, moody, atmospheric