I’m in a frostbit night, hands stiff like broken wires,
I’m in a frostbit night, hands stiff like broken wires, House full of cracked mirrors sparking off wildfire. Walls bleeding red while the shadows start pacing, Chaos doing cartwheels, sanity speed-racing. Friend on the floor with a storm in her brainstem, Second friend vanished with the car — can’t blame them. I’m trained for the madness, but strength got a limit, Body screaming “fall back,” mind yelling “not finished.” Breath fogs the air like a ghost tryna guide me, Heart beating war drums, ancestors beside me. Every step survival, every thought steady aim, Still holding peace in a room full of flame. Cold hands, hot fear, but my soul stays unshaken, Pressure turns coal into diamonds — I’m makin’ Sense of the senseless with a warrior’s tone, Even rock bottom got a throne carved in stone. No rope, no rest, but I climb while I’m bleeding, Chaos in the hallway, but I’m still intervening. This is fall-in-style — Buzz Lightyear in the void, Every near-break is a place I rebuild from, deployed. Night swinging wild, but I move like a cipher, Transform the tremors into something brighter. Trauma in the chambers tryna claw through my chest, But I exhale the poison — leave room for the rest. You’re in the storm, yeah — but you’re still steering. That’s the release. That’s the clearing.
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I’m in a frostbit night, hands stiff like broken wires, House full of cracked mirrors sparking off wildfire. Walls bleeding red while the shadows start pacing, Chaos doing cartwheels, sanity speed-racing. Friend on the floor with a storm in her brainstem, Second friend vanished with the car — can’t blame them. I’m trained for the madness, but strength got a limit, Body screaming “fall back,” mind yelling “not finished.” Breath fogs the air like a ghost tryna guide me, Heart beating war drums, ancestors beside me. Every step survival, every thought steady aim, Still holding peace in a room full of flame. Cold hands, hot fear, but my soul stays unshaken, Pressure turns coal into diamonds — I’m makin’ Sense of the senseless with a warrior’s tone, Even rock bottom got a throne carved in stone. No rope, no rest, but I climb while I’m bleeding, Chaos in the hallway, but I’m still intervening. This is fall-in-style — Buzz Lightyear in the void, Every near-break is a place I rebuild from, deployed. Night swinging wild, but I move like a cipher, Transform the tremors into something brighter. Trauma in the chambers tryna claw through my chest, But I exhale the poison — leave room for the rest. You’re in the storm, yeah — but you’re still steering. That’s the release. That’s the clearing.
Respect 🤜🤛