作词 : Ali Aref
作曲 : Ali Aref
Fingers trace the lines they cannot see,
Bound by whispers, tied to misery.
Every step, a shadow pulls me back,
A ghost that lingers in the cracks.
The weight of silence, the scars of time,
Each breath a burden, every thought a crime.
What’s the cost of the truth we crave,
When we’re the architects of our own cage?
Feel the pull of the phantom chain,
A silent tether in the pouring rain.
We scream for freedom, but we’re the bind,
Lost in a maze of the fractured mind.
In the dark, we’re all the same,
Haunted echoes, bound by shame.
Behind closed eyes, the fractures grow,
The seeds of doubt we refuse to show.
A war we fight in the mirror’s glare,
Against the faces that are always there.
The louder we cry, the less we’re heard,
Drowning truth in a sea of words.
Are we the hunter, or are we the prey?
Or just the void that won’t go away?
Feel the pull of the phantom chain,
A silent tether in the pouring rain.
We scream for freedom, but we’re the bind,
Lost in a maze of the fractured mind.
In the dark, we’re all the same,
Haunted echoes, bound by shame.
作词 : Ali Aref
作曲 : Ali Aref
Fingers trace the lines they cannot see,
Bound by whispers, tied to misery.
Every step, a shadow pulls me back,
A ghost that lingers in the cracks.
The weight of silence, the scars of time,
Each breath a burden, every thought a crime.
What’s the cost of the truth we crave,
When we’re the architects of our own cage?
Feel the pull of the phantom chain,
A silent tether in the pouring rain.
We scream for freedom, but we’re the bind,
Lost in a maze of the fractured mind.
In the dark, we’re all the same,
Haunted echoes, bound by shame.
Behind closed eyes, the fractures grow,
The seeds of doubt we refuse to show.
A war we fight in the mirror’s glare,
Against the faces that are always there.
The louder we cry, the less we’re heard,
Drowning truth in a sea of words.
Are we the hunter, or are we the prey?
Or just the void that won’t go away?
Feel the pull of the phantom chain,
A silent tether in the pouring rain.
We scream for freedom, but we’re the bind,
Lost in a maze of the fractured mind.
In the dark, we’re all the same,
Haunted echoes, bound by shame.