[Verse 1] Wake up early, wear my name, Fix the leaks, but I stay the same. Nine to five, then sink in bed, With thoughts too loud inside my head. [Verse 2] I pray hard, I read the lines, Tryin’ to walk that narrow spine. But every step, I slip again, Into the arms of my old sin. [Chorus] Ain’t no joy in this routine, Just a man stuck in between— What I want and what I’m told, What's alive and what’s just cold. I keep searchin’ for the light, But all I find is endless night. Work, sin and emptiness, That’s my holy, broken mess. [Verse 3] All the things I used to love, Now feel dirty, small, or rough. Laughter sounds like distant drums, In a house where silence hums. [Bridge] Is it me or just the world gone wrong? Or a soul that don’t belong? I ain’t askin’ for paradise, Just a day that don’t feel like a price. [Chorus] Ain’t no joy in this routine, Just a man stuck in between— What I feel and what I fake, What I fix and what will break. God, I’m tryin’, but I fall, Inside a house that ain’t a home at all. Work, sin and emptiness, That’s my daily, quiet distress. [Outro – Spoken, Over Guitar] If You’re still listenin’, Lord, Don’t need a sign or sword. Just tell me I ain’t alone... In this life that feels like stone.
