Dreaming Out

I wake up in the wreckage of a dream I can't remember

With blood on my hands and a halo made of embers

Every step I take’s a rerun of regret

I scream for a sign, but I ain't found it yet

Shadows move when I don’t—am I even here?

A puppet in a play that I forgot to fear

I stitched my mouth shut just to feel in control

But the silence just echoes what I’ll never know

Yeah, I been rollin’ with the wrong thoughts, fightin’ in a dead fog

Dyin’ on a throne made of “might-have-been” monologues

Broke the compass, tossed the map, called it fate

Now I’m stuck in the loop like a glitch in a game

Pride got teeth and it feeds on shame

I been smilin’ through a breakdown, playin’ that game

Talk real loud just to drown my doubt

But I can't hear truth with the lies in my mouth

Am I breaking ground, or digging my grave?

Is this a warpath... or a parade?

I see the ghost of who I was

In the static, in the flood

Watching myself fade from sight

Can’t tell if I’m wrong, can’t prove if I’m right

Caught in the smoke, blind in the fire

Chasing my shadow through razor wire

Falling fast but standing still

Specter in the mirror—was I ever real?

I wear my doubt like a crown of thorns

Smiling while my sanity’s getting torn

I’m the king of collapse in a kingdom of rust

Buried alive by the bones of trust

Whispers crawl through the back of my skull

Feeding me echoes till I’m comfortable

I built this cage just to prove I'm free

But I can't escape what I can't unsee

Yo, I’m stuck in rewind, stuck in decline

Feelin’ like I’m drivin’ nails in my own spine

Eyes wide shut while I sabotage my prime

Talk tough, walk rough, but I'm flatlined

I’m a glitch in the system, a bug in the code

Runnin’ from myself down a one-way road

I smile on the surface while I rot below

Like a garden of lies that I still let grow

Yeah—clap back at the mirror when it shows the truth

I'm a fraud in the booth, wearin’ yesterday’s youth

Screamin’ “look at me!” but I can’t look inside

Feelin’ like I'm livin’ but I already died

Burn the script I never wrote

Hang the hope I couldn’t float

I’m the rust in the crown, the crack in the glass

The ticking bomb in a gilded mask

Tear out my eyes, still won’t see

Dig my grave in apathy

I watch the fall, but never learn

Too numb to feel the crash and burn

I see the ghost of who I was

In the static, in the flood

Watching myself fade from sight

Can’t tell if I’m wrong, can’t prove if I’m right

Caught in the smoke, blind in the fire

Chasing my shadow through razor wire

Falling fast but standing still

Specter in the mirror—was I ever real?

Was I ever real?

Or just a scream…

in the silence

I failed to feel.