sick twisted game we play

[Verse] This sick and twisted game, where we all chase fame, Caught up in the eye, of a hurricane. Inner Plato whispers, Socrates calls, Philosophies ricochet, bouncing off these walls. Memories like shadows, creeping through my brain, Each one a dagger, slicing through the pain. Masterpiece of chaos, painted in my veins, A question on repeat—can we ever make change? [Chorus] This sick and twisted game we play, Storm clouds gather, skies turn gray. Sanity’s a line I tread, Building dreams from what’s been said. This chaotic masterpiece I claim, Within the madness, stake my name. Can I make change? Can I break chains? In this sick and twisted game. [Verse 2] Concrete jungle, roots grow through cracks, Pressure builds heavy, world on my back. Echoes of the past, scream loud in the night, Trying to find truth, in the absence of light. Life’s a symphony, but the notes don’t align, Every sharp, every flat, got me walking the line. I ponder the infinite, stars in the void, Searching for meaning, in what’s been destroyed.