Stressed in the sanctuary,
trying to force the pace.
You’ve been gone for ages,
but I still see the face.
Trapped in the orbit,
no exit from the room,
No ears for the venting,
just the smoke and the gloom.
Stressed in the sanctuary,
trying to take it slow.
You’re a ghost of a second ago,
and I’ve got nowhere to go.
I’m spiraling, fractured, the highs are a curse.
I admit the errors,
the state is getting worse.
My brother sees the damage,
the shadow in my eyes,
I wouldn’t wish the frequency on the one I despise.
They track the descent,
they pray for the fall,
But I’m building a fortress,
I’m ignoring the call.
This is the fracture,
the debt you’ve laid on me,
I’m shedding the skin,
now you’re zero to me.
Locked in the chamber,
the walls closing in.
You’re a phantom in the cortex,
beneath the thin skin.
I know you’re listening,
the tracks are the proof,
I’m carving the agony into the truth.
I’m converting the trauma,
the salt into gold.
They treat me like a legend,
the story is told.
Too many distractions, I’m back with the kin,
You’re gripping the shadow,
let the silence begin.
I’m autonomous now, I’m the signal,
the phone, Tired of the hollow,
I need more than the bone.
No room to move.
Pas de sortie. Burning the bridge,
to set the mind free.
Just smoke.
Rien d'autre.
100% Tiguidou.
The room is quiet.
I am the only one left in the bedroom.