I hear loud whispering sounds beckoning a reckoning of the forgotten past
Loud whispering sounds echoing through my conscience, its a long-lost battle
A struggle for a facade that had already burnt but I'm still here begging
Begging for the past to unhand me or it's just my conscience?
Vehement traits that never seem to fade
Vices not virtues, the former is quite dominant
lost in the daze-of a fabricated self,
The slow emancipation of impending doom
what's true if it all ends up being a lie
It's all a play the public will never understand but can't get enough of
Sooner rather than later, the author meets a dead-end
Just as predicted, the crowd iis a mirage.
I heard them ask with a lot of sass
digging into my past looking for facts
Echoing into the past, necromancing failed dreams
What better a foe to do the job than the inner self
The mind is banging on the door singing songs of foreboding doom
Killing the hope of this peasant when the facade has finally worn off
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 3:21 AM UTC
I hear loud whispering sounds beckoning a reckoning of the forgotten past
Loud whispering sounds echoing through my conscience, its a long-lost battle
A struggle for a facade that had already burnt but I'm still here begging
Begging for the past to unhand me or it's just my conscience?
Vehement traits that never seem to fade
Vices not virtues, the former is quite dominant
lost in the daze-of a fabricated self,
The slow emancipation of impending doom
what's true if it all ends up being a lie
It's all a play the public will never understand but can't get enough of
Sooner rather than later, the author meets a dead-end
Just as predicted, the crowd iis a mirage.
I heard them ask with a lot of sass
digging into my past looking for facts
Echoing into the past, necromancing failed dreams
What better a foe to do the job than the inner self
The mind is banging on the door singing songs of foreboding doom
Killing the hope of this peasant when the facade has finally worn off
My Hell Their Circus Track 17
