[Intro — layered voices]
Run… build… chase… collect…
Again… again… again…
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[Verse 1]
Some construct and reconstruct,
breaking what they just became…
Nothing ever satisfies
this quiet hunger without a name.
Some keep running endlessly,
roads that lead to nowhere home…
Feet are tired, hearts are empty,
still they don’t know where to go.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Movement feels like meaning,
noise feels like control…
But the louder that it gets,
the quieter the soul.
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[Chorus]
Trap of the world…
spinning me around…
I thought I was moving,
but I’m stuck in the sound.
Round and round,
same parade…
Living in a life
that somebody else made.
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[Verse 2]
Some sit still but dream awake,
romance, battle, endless scenes…
Riding on a ferris wheel
of almosts and in-betweens.
Some drown deep inside their sadness,
pushing every hand away…
Kindness knocking at their doors,
but pride decides to stay.
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
Mazes built in their own minds,
riddles they refuse to solve…
Truth is simple, almost silent —
but complexity feels evolved.
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[Chorus]
Trap of the world…
pulling every thread…
I thought I was choosing,
but I’m being led.
Round and round,
same disguise…
Dancing with illusions
we call our lives.
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[Bridge — distorted / slowed]
Collect… consume… compete… repeat…
Who told us
this is living?
Who told us
this is free?
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[Final Chorus — clearer, awakening tone]
Trap of the world…
I see it now…
Every loud distraction
was silencing me somehow.
Step out the circle,
step out the show…
If I stop chasing —
where do I go?
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[Outro — soft]
(whisper)
Maybe… home.
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