My breath hitches, a glitch in the system man

 Just trying to get its rhythm, get its cadence

 Back the bass drum in my chest It's a sloppy four on the floor

 Pounding hard and out of place

 This whole room feels like a cheap hotel

 Just wallpaper peeling at a glacial pace

 And I'm fumbling for a new identity

 Trying to wipe the old one off my face

 No pretty words now Just the pipes rattling

 Deep within the wall A guttural moan, a low sound

 And I'm just a bathrobe ghost man

 Waiting for a frequency that ain't already drowned

 Yeah, still fixated on the drain Watching the sun spiral

 Like everything's profound Just one more minute till I can breathe

 Till my feet are planted firmly on the ground

 Sweat on my brow, it's not from dancing It's from just existing, you feel me?

 Like a broken loop, skipping Always coming back to this same tired melody

 The air's thick with something Maybe it's regret, maybe it's just humidity

 Just wanna feel the kick drum deep in my gut A physical, visceral liberty

 One more minute, one more beat, one more breath

 Till I'm strong enough to face the street

 To feel that baseline surge through my veins

 From my head down to my aching feet

 To step out of this skin, this shell, this silence

 And finally complete whatever this is