Ghosts in the Quiet Storm

Flicker in the half-light, shadows on the wall Whispers of the echoes, calling through the hall I trace the lines of yesterday, blurred in the rain Chasing fragments of a self that slipped away

The mirror cracks, reflections bend and break What am I beneath the weight I can't forsake?

Screaming silent in the crowd, lost in the noise Tearing at the seams of this fragile poise We're all just ghosts in the machine, fading slow Introspection's blade, it cuts so deep, you know Yeah, we bleed the truth we hide away In the quiet storm, we find our way

Threads of doubt unravel, pulling at the core Memories like thorns, embedding evermore I wander through the labyrinth of my mind Searching for the spark that time left behind

The questions swarm like static in the night Drowning out the pulse, stealing back the light

Screaming silent in the crowd, lost in the noise Tearing at the seams of this fragile poise We're all just ghosts in the machine, fading slow Introspection's blade, it cuts so deep, you know Yeah, we bleed the truth we hide away In the quiet storm, we find our way

And if the walls come crashing, let them fall I'll sift through the wreckage, answer the call No more pretending, no more disguise Just the raw edge of me, under these skies

Waves of revelation crash against the shore Washing clean the illusions I can't ignore In the hollow of the hour, truth starts to ignite Burning through the layers, into endless night

Screaming silent in the crowd, lost in the noise

Tearing at the seams of this fragile poise

We're all just ghosts in the machine, fading slow

Introspection's blade, it cuts so deep, you know

Yeah, we bleed the truth we hide away In the quiet storm, we find our way

Fade out on the echo, lingering stay

Flicker in the half-light, shadows start to mend Whispers turn to anthems, around the bend I trace the lines of tomorrow, clear in the flame No more lost, just the self I finally claim