[Verse 1] I chased the moon till the sun turned black, Pulled every thread till the seams fought back. Now the walls — they whisper my name, Every breath, every step — feels the same. I built this maze with trembling hands, Each turn I took just turned to sand. I’m losing my shadow — it won’t stay, Running from myself, but there’s no escape. [Pre-Chorus] The mirror cracks — it laughs, it stares, A thousand faces, none compare. To the one I buried deep in lies, A ghost that never truly dies. I’m losing my shadow, it fades to black, Every move I make just leads me back. [Hook] In the dark, I hear my name, Falling echoes, burning flame. If I’m the sinner, who’s the saint? We’re born from love, but carved in pain. I am the shadow — I am the blame, I am the prophet who lost his name. [Verse 2] I set the fire and stood too close, Watched it rise, watched it roast. The ashes speak in tongues I can’t read, Every spark a thought, every ember a need. I carved this cage, thought it’d set me free, Now the lock’s inside — it’s swallowing me. Echoes of myself, they follow, Every shadow feels so hollow. [Bridge: Reflection] I hear my footsteps in the hall, But I’m sitting still against the wall. Who’s moving? Who’s watching? Who’s alive? Am I here — or am I borrowed time? [Verse 3: Prophecy] You feast on shadows, drink the night, Your hands are heavy with stolen light. Whispered lies, your heart is stone, A kingdom of mirrors — yet you’re alone. But the wind knows, the wind knows, It carries truth where the fire won’t go. I see your darkness, I see your light, You’re tangled in chains, too weak to fight. [Hook 2: The Prophet’s Cry] Love will cut, as hate will bind, In the dark, no names, no time. Falling echoes, burning flame, If I’m the sinner, who’s the saint? You carve your thrones on bones of men, We’re born from love, but carved in pain. I am the shadow — I am the blame, I am the prophet who lost his name. [Verse 4: The Reckoning] The stars are silent — they see it all, The wicked rise, the wicked fall. What is love but a blade so sharp? What is hate but a dying spark? Your heart’s a battlefield, torn in two, The prophet speaks — it’s up to you. I stand where shadows fall and cling, Whispering truths the winds won’t bring. [Final Hook: The Choice] Oh, you in darkness, can you see the light? The fire burns, but it don’t make it right. Love and hate — two wolves that bite, Choose your beast, choose your fight. The gold you clutch — it pulls you back, The sky is bruised, the stars turn black. Build your paths that vein through stone, Every heartbeat feels alone. The night is thick, the stars don’t glow, Which way to run, which way to go? Two roads meet — but only one bends, Where you begin is where it ends. [Outro: The Tide] The wicked laugh, but their time is thin, A prophecy carved beneath their skin. The tears of love will carve the stone, To break the chains — to stand alone.
