Track Insight / Lyrics
Rusted hinges creak, skeletal dawn,
Attic's dark womb calcified, tomb.
Fading Polaroids, sepia frames,
Whispers of ghosts, echoes of flames...
Battered window panes,—their pupils—
Staring blank, like fractured mirrors.
Morning's pale light, a feeble spark,
Illuminates the dust's bleak heart.
Drawn to the ledge, a crumbling edge,
My gaze fixates on a true
American dream's ledge.
Photos of smiles, of those I know,
Whispers of what could've been, what I've sown.
Through shattered glass, visions align,
Of all the paths that might have been mine.
In broken frames, fragmented truths reveal,
Reflections of the life I'd conceal.
Beneath the grime, a smile endures,
Of summer days, with sun's embers.
Nostalgia bites, a bittersweet sting,
A melancholic harmony I sing.
Through shattered glass, visions align,
Of all the paths that might have been mine.
In broken frames, fragmented truths reveal,
Reflections of the life I'd conceal.
Bass drops deep, drums hit like a vice,
Guitar shards etch the night's grim face.
I'm lost in rage, my spirit breaks,
Chains snap, and I rise from my mistakes.
Screaming notes pierce the tortured air,
Pleading for solace, but find despair.
In dark harmonies, I confront my pain,
And find a strength I never knew I'd gain.
Through shattered glass, visions align,
Of all the paths that might have been mine.
In broken frames, fragmented truths reveal,
Reflections of the life I'd conceal.
Dawn's light fades, the photos losing hue,
As I step out, embracing the scars anew.
I'll walk the streets, no longer confined,
A tale of resilience, forever aligned.
