Another morning, a faded frame,

Concrete minutes, I’m in the game.

My tomorrow is on decay,

Scripted lies get in my way.

No support, I’m at the edge,

Standing on a broken ledge.

Deleted files, I’m off the grid,

Hiding what I’ve always did.

Pre-Chorus

New cities, but I’m out of breath,

This frozen comfort feels like death.

The fear is ice inside my chest,

I’m tired of this endless test.

Stop! (Silence)

Chorus (The Hook)

I wanna fade, I wanna fly,

And wipe the static from my eye!

No more shadow, I’ll be the light,