Intro]  
Yeah, shadows creepin', heart racin' wild...  
Let's chase the void, no turnin' back now.  

[Verse 1]  
Streetlights flicker like nerves on edge,  
Mind's a maze, dodgin' ghosts in my head.  
Pills scatter floors, echoes of what I said,  
Chasin' ghosts that left me for dead.  
Fists clenched tight, knuckles white as bone,  
Screamin' at mirrors, claimin' my throne.  
Demons whisper sweet, pull me to the zone,  
But I flip the script, carve my name in stone.  
Rapid pulse, veins pumpin' fire,  
World spins vicious, feedin' the liar.  
I dodge the blade, turn pain to desire,  
Rise from the ash, set the night on a wire.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 2]  
Tick-tock bombs in my brain, explodin' chains,  
Runnin' lanes where the sane go insane.  
Flashback pains, rainin' acid on veins,  
I paint the stains, turn loss into gains.  
Crowd fades out, I'm solo in the storm,  
Norms deform, I morph into the swarm.  
Warm blood pours, floors slick with the torn,  
Born from scorn, reborn in the thorn.  
Quick flicks, tricks with the wick lit fast,  
Past haunts last, but I blast through the mask.  
Tasked with the clash, cash in on the gash,  
Sashay through the trash, leave 'em in the ash.  

[Interlude]  
Breathe... one... two... feel the pull?  
Void's callin', but nah, I ain't full.  
Echo: "You slippin'..." Nah, I'm the tool.  
*(synths swell back, tempo ramps)*  

[Verse 3]  
Nights bleed endless, threads of dread entwine,  
Mind's a minefield, steppin' fine on the line.  
Shine dimmed, primed for the grind divine,  
Recline? Nah, align with the spine.  
Whispers hiss like serpents in the mist,  
Fist to the twist, resist the abyss.  
Bliss in the risk, dismiss the dismiss,  
This is my list: conquer, enlist, persist.  
Hustle brutal, roots pull from the soil deep,  
Sleep? Creep on the weak, peak when they weep.  
Leap from the steep, reap what I keep,  
Sheep scatter cheap, I'm the shepherd elite.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 4]  
Echoes hollow, follow the swallow of sorrow,  
Tomorrow borrows from the marrow I borrow.  
Arrow straight, fate's gate I shatter narrow,  
Pharaoh flow, glow in the harrow.  
Barrow full of buried fury, hurry scurry,  
Blurry visions, decisions incision the jury.  
Worry? Flurry of glory, story gory but pure,  
Cure the lure, endure the manure.  
Snap: crack the back of the pack, attack intact,  
Fact: I extract the slack, counter the hack.  
Track marks dark, spark the arc, embark on the chart,  
Heart darts sharp, part the dark, start the art.  

[Bridge]  
What if the fall's just the call to ascend?  
Bend the end, friend to the wind, no pretend.  
Lend me your ear, fear's the thief in the den,  
Pen to the skin, win from within, amen.  

[Verse 5]  
Dawn cracks slow, glow from the low I know,  
Flow like a pro, sow what I grow in the snow.  
Blow the foe, toe to toe in the throe,  
Row against the current, fervent, alert, insert the glow.  
Curse the nurse that cursed the verse I nursed,  
Worse to first, thirst quenched in the burst.  
Dispersed the hearse, immersed in the verse,  
Rehearsed the worst, now I'm the curse reversed.  
Final sprint, print the hint in the flint strike,  
Like a psych, hike through the spike, no respite.  
Ignite the night, sight set on the height,  
Fight the blight, right the flight—eternal light.  

[Outro]  
Yeah... grip tight, ignite... we rise from the bite.  
Shadows retreat, heart beats—alive in the night.

Fallin Fast

Officecore soundtrack for those who render emotions in layers. 
Cold BPM, warm caffeine, and endless “final_final_copy” loops.

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𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁: product designer by day, multi-disciplinary maker by night and mad scientist by other time.

Almost all of my art is an echo of a broken mirror of the soul reflecting facts, events, experiences of actual reality through the prism of personal perception. Conceptualism with a specific perception of the world… Cold and dark: an accurate representation of how most Western countries would describe Russian cities before and after the Communist era. Gray is the main color in my memories... almost everything was gray-it wasn't always negative. Perhaps it influenced my perception of reality

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