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V1:
I woke up again with the city pounding in my temples, beating inside me like a metallic pulse,
I run through dreams half-broken, half ready to become real.
I know this road doesn’t come with a map, only with scratches on the moral compass,
And in every shop window I see another version of myself, another ordinary scenario.

Pre-Chorus:
Sometimes it feels like life is an elevator stuck between floors,
Other times I climb the stairs in the dark and somehow it feels better that way.
But no matter how lost I get in what can’t be seen, I know truth doesn’t need packaging,
Just a bit of courage to look at it as it looks right back at me… face to face.

Chorus:
And maybe I’m no crystal ball to see what tomorrow brings,
But I hold in my palms everything I am — the good, the bad, the fear, the guilt.
I break, I gather, I change, I rebuild — always another kind of light,
Life doesn’t give me clear answers, but it fuels my heart with gasoline.

V2:
I walked through nights that demanded tribute, I gave time, I gave burnt-out thoughts,
Sometimes I felt like I wasn’t enough, other times I was too much for this world.
But from the torn corners I made windows, and through them fresh air comes in,
’Cause what hurts today becomes story tomorrow, and that story is something worth keeping.

Pre-Chorus:
Sometimes I pause everything just to hear my mind breathing,
Other times I hit play and dance in the chaos, making peace with who I used to be.
And in this whole storm of thoughts, I’m trying to find a lyre
That sings me calm when my steps tremble on the wrong asphalt.

Chorus:
And maybe I’m no crystal ball to see what tomorrow brings,
But I hold in my palms everything I am — the good, the bad, the fear, the guilt.
I break, I gather, I change, I rebuild — always another kind of light,
Life doesn’t give me clear answers, but it fuels my heart with gasoline.

Outro:
So I keep going — even without predictions or divine signs,
’Cause in every step there’s a small truth, but it’s mine.
And maybe I don’t know where I’ll end up, but I know the road is part of me,
And if I’m present in it, then I don’t need to know it completely.

rap, hip-hop