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Fractured
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Rock
Utwór Fractured został wydany 28 maja 2025 przez KamNox jako część albumu Fractured - Single
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Data wydania28 maja 2025
WytwórniaKamNox
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM86

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KamNox
KamNox
Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
KamNox
KamNox
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KamNox
KamNox
Producer

Tekst Utworu

There’s voices in my head, say they know the way
Take the wheel, now it’s me who has to pay.
I look myself in the eye but tell me who do I see?
A stranger on the other side, staring back at me.
Pieces of my chaos scattered like pawns
A chessboard life where I don't really belong.
The game is rigged, I can't make my move
I'm just an echo in a corner and I already lose.
On the other side of the mirror, they play the game
Whispers and fractures, I can't even say my name.
I'm lost in the battle for control of my mind
Split and drown inside, running out of time.
The chess pieces shift and I’m stuck in between
Who’s really moving them? What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Every step’s calculated, here but not in charge
Their plans take shape and I’m living at large.
Paranoia sets in, screams inside, am I just a pawn?
Twisted time, can’t tell if it’s day or end of the dawn.
Knights close in, bishops cut through the lines
I’m caught in the middle of their own designs.
A move is made but who’s now in control?
I can’t tell who’s winning this war for my soul.
On the other side of the mirror, they play the game
Whispers and fractures, I can't even say my name.
I'm lost in the battle for control of my mind
Split and drown inside, running out of time.
The chess pieces shift and I’m stuck in between
Who’s really moving them? What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Who’s really moving them? What does it mean?
They take turns under my skin and play shots
Am I just one of spectators, tangled in knots?
Each reflection’s a different name, another face
Living in pieces, destructive, lost in this space.
The mirror cracks, scratch me, and I fall through
Who am I now? Am I finally real? I wish I knew.
On the other side of the mirror, they play the game
Whispers and fractures, I can't even say my name.
I'm lost in the battle for control of my mind
Split and drown inside, running out of time.
The chess pieces shift and I’m stuck in between,
Who’s really moving them? What does it mean?
What does it mean?
The board resets, I feel left right behind
A shattered reflection of a broken mind.
Do I move the pieces or watch them play?
Incomplete part in my own life, slip away.
Drifting through mirages, caught in a daze
I’m a shape, I’m a voice, I’m lost in a maze.
The board resets
Written by: KamNox
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