Necessary Loss

My vision is blur,

The world won't occur.

The feeling is dark,

No final true mark.

My shoulders are locked and my mind is tight, staring into the cold, white light.

I spend my days just wasting the sight, just a necessary piece of the unseen might.

I feel the pressure crushing down, can't even tell you if I'm in a city or a town.

My body is here but my thoughts are gone, trying hard to wait until the setting of the dawn.

(Music: intensely, beat gets frantic, vocals rise in urgency)

I choke down the air that they allow me to take,

I feel the fragile limits of my sanity finally break.

This is a hollow kind of constant and crushing pain,

It's a spiritual sickness, permanent stain.

(Music: Full production hits— layered vocals, massive reverb)

They don't pay me with currency, they pay me with stolen hours of light.

I traded my purpose for a sentence that lasts all night.

I keep my sorrow buried deep beneath the sound of empty air,

This isn't work-life balance, it's just existential despair.

My own reflection is a face I barely know,

I don't remember where the person inside decided to go.

I searched for the last of the truths not corrupted by lies,

There is nothing left, just a vacant place where the spirit silently cries.

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(Music: intensely, beat gets frantic, vocals rise in urgency)

I choke down the air that they allow me to take,

I feel the fragile limits of my sanity finally break.

This is a hollow kind of constant and crushing pain,

It's a spiritual sickness, an invisible, permanent stain.

(Music: Full production hits— layered vocals, massive reverb)

They don't pay me with currency, they pay me with stolen hours of light.

I traded my purpose for a sentence that lasts all night.

I keep my sorrow buried deep beneath the sound of empty air,

This isn't work-life balance, it's just existential despair.

(Music: Tempo doubles, drums explode into a frantic rhythm, harsh synths. Vocals are pushed to a screaming edge.)

You will not erase the soul you think you control,

I'm tearing the lie of this life right out of its hole!

I'll take all the hate and the shame that my purpose implies,

And use it as fuel for the fire that burns in my eyes.

I live in my body like a stranger in a distant land,

There is no one here who would ever understand.

The reason I fought is a memory that time has now tossed,

The final result of this nightmare is the ultimate cost.