Lyrics
Watching this shit?
Rots my soul.
Breath don’t even taste like mine anymore.
Why the fuck is this allowed?
Why the fuck do you allow it?
What fear outguns this daily rot—
You marinate in, so proud of your silence?
Fuck off.
I don't do fear.
I don't do no-win.
I don’t stretch chains and call it freedom.
I break.
I run.
I burn it down.
The TV glows in a room I won’t enter.
Fork in the sink. No hunger. No center.
I don’t know who you are—
You shrink. I storm. You drown. I soar.
You beg your cage to love you back—
I blew the hinges off.
I don’t look for The One
In someone still choosing collapse.
I know The One.
I Am The One.
And they are too—
Somewhere out there, still breathing.
I don’t do no-win.
I don’t play nice with ghosts.
I don’t stitch wounds that begged to bleed.
I Am done watching.
Done rotting.
Done waiting.
I don’t do no-win.
I don’t play nice with ghosts.
I don’t stitch wounds that begged to bleed.
I Am done watching.
Done rotting.
Done waiting.
Why the fuck is this allowed?
Why the fuck do you allow it?
What fear outguns this daily rot—
you soak in, proud of your silence?
Fuck off.
I don't do fear.
I don't do no-win.
I don’t stretch chains and call it freedom.
I break.
I run.
I burn it down.
I burn it down.
I don't do fear.
I don't do no-win.
I don’t stretch chains and call it freedom.
I break.
I run.
I burn it down.
I don't know who you are
But you’re not me
You’re shrinking
I’m storming
You’re drowning
I’m soaring
You beg your cage to love you back—
I blew the hinges off.
I don’t look for “the one”
In someone still choosing collapse
I know The One
I Am The One.
And they are too—
Somewhere out there still breathing.
The TV glows in a room I won’t enter.
Fork in the sink. No hunger. No center.
I don’t know who you are—
You shrink. I storm. You drown. I soar.
You beg your cage to love you back—
I blew the hinges off.
I don’t look for The One
In someone still choosing collapse.
I know The One.
I Am The One.
And they are too—
Somewhere out there, still breathing.
I don’t do no-win.
I don’t play nice with ghosts.
I don’t stitch wounds that begged to bleed.
I Am done watching.
Done rotting.
Done waiting.
Someone’s out there…
Someone’s still breathing…
I will find them…