Strata

歌詞

Ghosting through the block While the city starts to breathe like a graveyard Beneath the feet of a sovereign who’s refusing to grieve Wiping the sweat of the struggle with a gospel that I’m forced to weave Inside a spiral descent that most would never believe The smell of the success is just a poison in the lock of the gate But I’m the one who writes the law and the mission upon the heavy iron plate Loving the weight of the fate While I’m piling up the power to negate The hate of the herd that’s stuck in a static loop No hesitation on the trigger of the self-overcoming mission Dodging the opposition with a professional spiritual intuition Until I gain the top position in this recurring vision I’m the architect of the abyss Making every single cut with precision Embracing the gravity of every recurring vanity While we’re dancing in the dust of a cosmic galaxy Just a sovereign spirit seeking a ghost of sanity Inside this iron cage of humanity Every recurring vanity While we’re dancing in the dust Marinating in the shadows of a diamond-studded sorrow While I'm borrowing from the void just to survive until tomorrow Seeing the armor start to crack As the weight of the karma begins to follow The hollow dreams of a king with a throne that’s starting to feel so narrow I’m defining the drive in the center of the tectonic grain Washing the vintage blood with the friction of the core’s pain Because the paper in the bag is just a static loop in the rain While I’m standing in the fissures Trying to break the cycle of the mental chain While we’re dancing in the dust Ghosting through the block While the city starts to breathe like a graveyard Beneath the feet of a sovereign who’s refusing to grieve Wiping the sweat of the struggle with a gospel that I’m forced to weave Inside a spiral descent that most would never believe The smell of the success is just a poison in the lock of the gate But I’m the one who writes the law and the mission upon the heavy iron plate Loving the weight of the fate While I’m piling up the power to negate The hate of the herd Every sin is a seed in the strata That I’ve already sown Reaping the wisdom of the abyss That I’ve built on my own No longer chasing the chills Of a ghost that’s already flown I’m the only master of the chaos That I’ve ever truly known