
β³β―πβ―ππβ΄
Posted on October 13, 2026 at 11:34 PM
Lyrics
[Verse 1] An empty pocket holds a fading snapshot of the past
The ink runs deep into the forearm while the daylight fades
A stranger asks what happened, but the filing system failed
There is no yesterday to anchor where the anchor drops
Every single second is a fresh awakening from the dark
The mind is wiped clean before the thought can settle down
β [Chorus] I wake up running blindly through a maze of my own design
Searching for a monster that I might have invented myself
The timeline is broken into fragments on the motel floor
Every note left behind is a weapon pointed at my own soul
β[Verse 2] A suit jacket heavy with keys to vehicles I do not recall owning
A woman crying in the doorway whom I cannot recognize
She says she is trying to save me from my own design
But how do you trust someone when your own mind is the enemy?
The license plates blur past in the rearview mirror
Waitβthe reflective surface shows a man I don't know
[Chorus] I wake up running blindly through a maze of my own design
Searching for a monster that I might have invented myself
The timeline is broken into fragments on the motel floor
Every note left behind is a weapon pointed at my own soul
β [Bridge] (Do you know what you are doing?)
I am following the directions written by my past self
(Your past self lied to keep you sane)
Then sanity is a prison built out of deliberate ignorance
I need a target for the rage, a villain for the script
So I point the weapon at the reflection
And pull the trigger into the void
A conviction carved in pigment on the naked flesh
Telling me who to trust and who deserves the wrath
A self-inflicted blindness just to keep the loop intact
Because the real tragedy is too heavy to absorb
β[Chorus] I wake up running blindly through a maze of my own design
Searching for a monster that I might have invented myself
The timeline is broken into fragments on the motel floor
Every note left behind is a weapon pointed at my own soul
β [Outro] The ink fades
The photograph burns
The cycle starts again from zero
I choose what to believe