Shadows in the Cipher

Yeah. The winning stadium in the cipher. And I won't fade away. Yeah. Spit venom in the echoes, cobra coil in the Chest. Soul tethered to the shadows where the broken Confess. Hopes a phantom in the rafters, Laughter's a ghost. Dreams burned on pyres, But the fire's my toast. Split seams in the psyche, stitched with chains of Regret. Fistful of pain gripping tighter than a Debtor's debt. Clock ticks like a blade slicing time Into shreds. Choking on the silence, hear the Violence in my head. In the cipher, I'm a shadow dancing with my Rage. Every page, every scar, another war I wage. Who am I? Who am I? When the mirror's shattered. Just a voice in the Dark screaming nothing matters. In the cipher, I'm a shadow dancing with my Rage. Every page, every scar, another war I wage. Who am I? Who am I? When the mirror's shattered. Just a voice in the Dark screaming nothing matters. Concrete jungle, roots tangled in the hate. Broke the mold, but the fragments only sharpened my Fate. Truth's a dagger in the alley cutting throat To the fake. While the wolves wear suits and The sheep congregate. Hollow idols, empty bottles, sermons preached for a Buck. Preachers profit off the pain while the Streets self-destruct. I'm the glitch in the matrix, the crack in The lens. The ghost in the machine where the Nightmare begins. Cynical, clinical, heart's a broken organ. Life's a chessboard, every move feels foreign. Laughter sounds like thunder, but the storm's Internal. Burn slow, but the ashes turn infernal. Ink bleeds from the pen like a pulse from A wound. Truth buried in the static, every silence Is a tomb. Walking tightropes over fault lines Cracking with doubt. I scream into the algorithm, But it filters me out. Scars mapped like Constellations no one dares to read. Buried under filters where the real hearts bleed. I'm the glitch in your prayer, the flame in The frost. The rhyme in the ruin, the prophet They lost. I fade in the noise where the Forgotten speak. In a cipher of ghosts where the Strong look weak. No curtain call, no light, Just echoes and breath. Dancing with shadows in the arms of death. This isn't hope, it's the calm of collapse. Where the verses fall silent and the system snaps. Still I write not to win, but to defy The decay. A shadow in the cipher and I Won't fade away. And I won't fade away. And I won't fade away. And I won't fade away. And I won't fade away.