Ghost Mode 5

*(Intro)*  
out in the backwoods, where the signal don’t reach,  
I’m goin’ ghost mode, time to practice what I preach.  
No Wi-Fi, no noise, just the dirt and the grind,  
Deep in my soul, I’m freein’ my mind.  

*(Verse 1)*  
Out past the holler, where the pine trees sway,  
I’m off the grid, man, I’m breakin’ away.  
No notifications, no drama, no stress,  
Just me and my thoughts, becoming’ my best.  
Kettlebells swingin’, yeah, I’m stackin’ that iron,  
Olympic lifts poppin’, got my spirit on fire.  
Sweat in my eyes, but my vision’s so clear,  
Ghost mode’s the place where I conquer my fear.  

*(Chorus)*  
Ghost mode, I’m gone, in the zone, I’m alive,  
Deep in my mind where the real ones thrive.  
No nonsense, no fake, just the truth I know,  
Grindin’ my body, sharpenin’ my soul—ghost mode.  

*(Verse 2)*  
City life’s heavy, man, it drags you down,  
Talkin’ loud, but they just clowns.  
So I hit the backroads, where the silence is king,  
Let my heart talk, let my spirit sing.  
Deadlifts and dreams, yeah, I’m buildin’ my core,  
Thinkin’ ‘bout life, what I’m fightin’ for.  
No screen in my face, no lies in my ear,  
Ghost mode’s the freedom that I hold dear.  

*(Chorus)*  
Ghost mode, I’m gone, in the zone, I’m alive,  
Deep in my mind where the real ones thrive.  
No nonsense, no fake, just the truth I hold,  
Grindin’ my body, sharpenin’ my soul—ghost mode.  

*(Bridge)*  
It’s hard in this world to find peace like this,  
Where the grind meets the heart, where the soul don’t miss.  
Every rep, every thought, man, it’s makin’ me strong,  
In ghost mode, I’m right where I belong.  
Starin’ at the stars, with the crickets in tune,  
Plannin’ my future ‘neath a big ol’ moon.  
Ain’t nobody tellin’ me who I should be,  
Ghost mode’s the key to settin’ me free.  

*(Chorus)*  
Ghost mode, I’m gone, in the zone, I’m alive,  
Deep in my mind where the real ones thrive.  
No nonsense, no fake, just the truth I hold,  
Grindin’ my body, sharpenin’ my soul—ghost mode.  

*(Outro)*  
So here’s to the ones who escape the noise,  
Who find their strength where the real deploy.  
Ghost mode ain’t just a place, it’s a creed,  
Be the best you can be, plant that seed.  
Yeah, ghost mode, I’m out, till the next time I roam,  
In the heart of the grind, yo, I’m callin’ it home.

92 BPM harder post punk. Tribal drive, gritty electric guitar w/ chorus-phaser, punchy riffs, raw solos—no pop gloss.