Still Breathing

Pressure stacking in the back of my skull
Static in the signal, I’m losing control
Every promise rusted, every truth bent
I learned how to breathe through the weight of regret

I trace the cracks in the things I trust
Built my spine out of shattered dust

I feel the ground shift under my feet
Every step closer to the truth cuts deep

I’M STANDING ON A FAULT LINE —
WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO COLLIDE —
IF I FALL APART TO FEEL ALIVE
THEN LET IT BREAK —
I WON’T HIDE —

Hands on the clock but the time won’t move
Every second screaming what I can’t undo
I tried to be clean, I tried to be safe
But you don’t grow roots in a sterile place

I bit my tongue till I tasted blood
Silence never saved anyone

CUT — ME — OPEN
SEE — WHAT — BLEEDS
I’M NOT BROKEN
I’M BECOMING ME

If this is survival
Why does it hurt to exist?
If this is the answer
Why does it feel like a risk?

I won’t apologize for the damage it took to persist

I’M STANDING ON A FAULT LINE
FOUND MY VOICE IN THE AFTERSHOCK
IF EVERYTHING I KNOW COLLAPSES
I’LL BUILD MYSELF FROM WHAT I’VE LOST

I am not the silence
I am the shift

FAULT LINE

Voices Of The Forgotten

Axe To Fall

Dark Horse

Jane Doe

Phoenix in Flight

Death Knows Your Name

Animal Farm

Until Your Heart Stops

Moral Eclipse

Miss Machine

Panasonic Youth

Moral Eclipse

Cave In