Spit crack in the shadows where the lost souls roam, Smoke rising high, feel the chill of the dome, Ice in my veins, got

Spit crack in the shadows where the lost souls roam, Smoke rising high, feel the chill of the dome, Ice in my veins, got the weight of despair, Face fracture deep, like I’m caught in a snare. God sentence me to this life, it’s a curse, Wanna break free but the chains only worsen, Echoes of the past whisper secrets in the night, Fight with my demons, can’t escape from the fright. In this concrete jungle, survival’s the game, Every breath a struggle, only hunger remains, Streets painted red with the stories untold, Hearts turn to stone when the world’s growing cold. Searching for a sign in the smoke and the haze, Life’s a twisted maze, caught in a daze, Wanna rise above but I’m trapped in my mind, Living for a moment while I’m running out of time.