Losing Grip

[Verse]
Whispering demons tap-tap in the dome,
Echo chambers in the skull, won't leave me alone,
Pinball thoughts ricochet down the bone,
Fightin’ shadows in a house that's overgrown.

[Chorus]
Voices screamin’, but I choke 'em in the throat,
Tryna stay afloat, heavy head, leaky boat,
Chains on my sanity, they yank and provoke,
I'm the match, they the strikin', but I won't go up in smoke.

[Verse 2]
Static in the wires, can't cut the feed,
Four screams deep, sound cuts, then they plead,
Sayin' hurt myself, hurt them, plant the seed,
But I flip the script, no darkness I heed.

[Bridge]
Grey clouds in the dome like a stained glass broke,
Living in a spiral, breaths come in chokes,
World feelin’ tilted, no ground to evoke,
But grip tightens harder when the voices try to poke.

[Chorus]
Voices screamin’, but I choke 'em in the throat,
Tryna stay afloat, heavy head, leaky boat,
Chains on my sanity, they yank and provoke,
I'm the match, they the strikin', but I won't go up in smoke.

[Verse 3]
Scars ain't proof, they a sign of what’s ignored,
Battlefields in the brain, peace never restored,
Echo of my past, like villains, they implored,
But the grip holds strong, no blood on the sword.

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