The hallway echoes with the weight of every word, A silence so heavy, the loudest thing I’ve heard. You’re staring in the mirror, but you don’t know who you see, just a shadow of the person that you’re trying not to be. You’re reaching for a legacy you never understood,
Trying to rewrite the pages, acting like you could. But the foundation is cracking, and the house is made of steal And you’re losing all your footing with a trembling, reaching hand.
It’s a battle in the blood, where the envy runs the show Nowhere left to run, and there’s nowhere left to hide. You’re fighting for a truth that you’ll never truly hold, Selling out a story that’s been told.
Yeah, the blood is turning bitter, it’s a cold and a sting, you’re chasing after the wreckage that you already bring.
I see you in the courtroom, playing parts you didn’t write, Searching for a flicker in the middle of the night. You think you’re the victim, painting lines across the floor,
But you’re just a ghost knocking at a locked and bolted door. You’re burning down the memories just to feel a little heat, While the ground is shifting slowly underneath your tired feet.
It’s a desperate kind of hunger, it’s a thief inside the dark, Trying to claim the fire when you haven’t got the key to start
It’s a battle in the blood, where the envy runs the show Nowhere left to run, and there’s nowhere left to hide.
You’re fighting for a the truth that you’ll never truly hold, selling out the a story that’s been told.
Yeah, the blood is turning bitter, it’s a cold and a sting, you’re chasing after the wreckage that you already bring.
You can scream at the heavens, you can bargain with the rain, But you’re only ever fueling all the cycle of the pain. It isn’t about winning, it’s about who’s left to save,
And you’re digging out a canyon, you’re carving out a grave. But the truth is a mirror that you can’t look away from now, It’s the sweat on your forehead, it’s the weight upon your brow.
Yeah, the blood is just the beginning, but the heart is where it ends, You’re losing all the pieces that you never could defend. Envy is a poison, and it’s washing all away, just a hollow, quiet ending to a long and bitter day.
The truth is all that’s standing, when the smoke begins to clear. Yeah, the truth is all that’s standing. Everything is clear.
It’s a battle in the blood, where the envy runs the show Nowhere left to run, and there’s nowhere left to hide. You’re fighting for a the truth that you’ll never truly hold, Selling out the a story that’s been told.
Yeah, the blood is turning bitter, it’s a cold and a sting,
You’re chasing after the wreckage that you already bring.