The Bitter Pill

VERSE 1

Look at me now, locked in the baseline.

Counting the seconds, killing the design.

I speak in whispers, but I want the roar.

I’ve seen this exact wall so many times before.

It keeps me small. It keeps me quiet.

Content to sit and watch a slow-motion riot.

Sick of the questions. Sick of the doubt.

Trapped in the doorway while they figure it out.

PRE-CHORUS

Another bitter pill. Another habit to form.

Just a fragile shell trying to survive the storm...

GO!

CHORUS

I watch the mind twist the narrative to fit the mold!

The fire burns out and the surface grows cold!

So tell the mirror whatever lie gets us through,

There is no savior coming down for you!

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

VERSE 2

Staring right through the reflection of my face.

I want to be heard, but I want no space.

The gravity shifts, the internal patterns break.

How much more pressure did I think I could take?

CHORUS

I watch the mind twist the narrative to fit the mold!

The fire burns out and the surface grows cold!

So tell the mirror whatever lie gets us through,

There is no savior coming down for you!

OUTRO

Can't fix what I can't replace.