Words Like Wind

Yeah, yeah. Your words like wind, they cut through the static. Life's a frozen frame, but the beat is automatic. Pixels bleed on my skin, a digital tattoo. Every sentence a ghost that I never outgrew. You said dream, I built a kingdom of glass. You said stay, I learned to run through the Glass. Now the echo's a loop, a synth wave In my chest. I'm the architect of noise, No time to rest. Wind in my lungs, burning through the static. Life's a picture-but I paint it erratic. Unison flow, the rhythm's a blade. Every word I spit is a promise I've made. Shatter the frame, let the pixels ignite. This is my soul in the dead of the Night. You painted a canvas with whispers and doubt. But I'm the fire that burns the whole map Out. Every syllable a key, but I broke the Lock. Turned your lullabies to a hard electroshock. The baseline crawls under my skin like a drug. I'm the glitch in the system, the ghost in The plug. Your words were a cage, I made them a stage. Now I'm screaming through the static, page by page. Wind in my lungs, burning through the static. Life's a picture-but I paint it erratic. Unison flow, the rhythm's a blade. Every word I spit is a promise I've made. Shatter the frame, let the pixels ignite. This is my soul In the dead of the night. They said follow the line, I bent it to A curve. Made a symphony from the nerve I Didn't serve. Every memory a sample, every scar a hook. I write my own gospel in a digital book. The tempo's a weapon, the silence is the crime. I'm the beat that never fades, I'm the rhythm And the rhyme. Your words are just echoes in A hollow machine. I'm the spark that rewrites the whole scene. Let the bass drop low, let the highs dissect The dark. I'm the neon ghost with the electric Bark. No more frames, no more glass to break. I am the noise for my own soul's Sake. Rhythm fades to a hum, the picture starts to Bend. Life's a rolling loop that never ends. Unison now, breathe the static in. This is my song, where the truth begins.