MiRRoR iN THe SMoKe
Intro Yeah... look in the mirror, man. Stop looking at the sky, stop looking under the bed. We built this maze ourselves. Check the blueprint. It’s written in the chest. Listen... Verse 1 We pass the buck to the shadows, blame a ghost in the room Saying demons pulled the trigger just to bypass the doom But the chambers are empty till we load 'em with spite Trading objective truth for a convenient night We point a finger at the heavens, screaming "Why did You decree?" While we construct the very cages where we lock up the free No horns, no pitchforks, just a pulse and a grin The coldest winter we face is the one brewing within Devolving on our own, cutting ties with the root Then we wonder why the branches are producing this fruit. Chorus / Hook Don't blame the unseen, don't blame the divine The blood on the floor matches your design There’s no phantom possession, no spiritual art It’s just the heavy, quiet echo of a wicked heart Yeah, we curse the name above while we hold the blade tight Looking for a scapegoat in the middle of the night. Verse 2 Claiming orders from a throne that never spoke your name Lighting fires in the sanctuary, fanning the flame You spun a narrative of darkness just to mask the intent Washing bloody hands in water, pretending you're spent But the ledger is clear, the handwriting is ours We don't need a fallen angel to eclipse the stars Man is a sovereign architect of his own descent Walking through the wreckage wondering where the peace went No outside entity is pulling the strings It’s the ego on the throne and the chaos it brings. Chorus / Hook Don't blame the unseen, don't blame the divine The blood on the floor matches your design There’s no phantom possession, no spiritual art It’s just the heavy, quiet echo of a wicked heart Yeah, we curse the name above while we hold the blade tight Looking for a scapegoat in the middle of the night. Verse 3 So strip away the mythology, confront the design Accountability is heavy when it's your baseline The street corners are humming with the truths we evade Living face-to-face with every single choice that we made We don't need an exorcism, we just need to be real Take a look at the scars that we refuse to let heal The world is burning from the friction of the steps that we take Step out of the theater. Own the choices you make. Outro Yeah. No monsters in the dark. Just us. The wicked heart... it’s a heavy weight to carry. But you gotta own the narrative to change the ending. Flip the script.
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Intro Yeah... look in the mirror, man. Stop looking at the sky, stop looking under the bed. We built this maze ourselves. Check the blueprint. It’s written in the chest. Listen... Verse 1 We pass the buck to the shadows, blame a ghost in the room Saying demons pulled the trigger just to bypass the doom But the chambers are empty till we load 'em with spite Trading objective truth for a convenient night We point a finger at the heavens, screaming "Why did You decree?" While we construct the very cages where we lock up the free No horns, no pitchforks, just a pulse and a grin The coldest winter we face is the one brewing within Devolving on our own, cutting ties with the root Then we wonder why the branches are producing this fruit. Chorus / Hook Don't blame the unseen, don't blame the divine The blood on the floor matches your design There’s no phantom possession, no spiritual art It’s just the heavy, quiet echo of a wicked heart Yeah, we curse the name above while we hold the blade tight Looking for a scapegoat in the middle of the night. Verse 2 Claiming orders from a throne that never spoke your name Lighting fires in the sanctuary, fanning the flame You spun a narrative of darkness just to mask the intent Washing bloody hands in water, pretending you're spent But the ledger is clear, the handwriting is ours We don't need a fallen angel to eclipse the stars Man is a sovereign architect of his own descent Walking through the wreckage wondering where the peace went No outside entity is pulling the strings It’s the ego on the throne and the chaos it brings. Chorus / Hook Don't blame the unseen, don't blame the divine The blood on the floor matches your design There’s no phantom possession, no spiritual art It’s just the heavy, quiet echo of a wicked heart Yeah, we curse the name above while we hold the blade tight Looking for a scapegoat in the middle of the night. Verse 3 So strip away the mythology, confront the design Accountability is heavy when it's your baseline The street corners are humming with the truths we evade Living face-to-face with every single choice that we made We don't need an exorcism, we just need to be real Take a look at the scars that we refuse to let heal The world is burning from the friction of the steps that we take Step out of the theater. Own the choices you make. Outro Yeah. No monsters in the dark. Just us. The wicked heart... it’s a heavy weight to carry. But you gotta own the narrative to change the ending. Flip the script.
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