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A more psychological version of the ancient story, it's about transformation through integration.

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[Verse 1]
Steps echo deep in a breathing maze,
Walls like mirrors, in a shifting haze.
Torchlight flickers on stone and fear,
But Theseus walks — the shadow near.

He came with sword, with pride in hand,
To strike the beast, to cleanse the land.
But something stirs inside his chest,
A trembling voice, a silent guest.

[Pre-Chorus]
Not all that’s wild is meant to die,
Some truths are born when heroes cry.

[Chorus]
Thread of the heart, guide me through,
Past the monster I thought I knew.
Not with blade but open eyes,
I face the night where my shadow lies.
Ariadne’s love — the thread I hold,
Winding me back from the dark and cold.

[Verse 2]
The Minotaur breathes, not rage but pain,
A child lost in the walls of shame.
Eyes like mine, behind the veil,
A silent scream, a heavy tale.

No final blow, no deathly roar,
Just falling knees on the ancient floor.
He sees himself in beastly face,
And dares to love the darkest place.

[Pre-Chorus]
We slay what we refuse to feel,
But what we face begins to heal.

[Chorus]
Thread of the heart, guide me through,
Past the monster I thought I knew.
Not with blade but open eyes,
I face the night where my shadow lies.
Ariadne’s love — the thread I hold,
Winding me back from the dark and cold.

[Rap Section]
Yo —
In the middle of the maze I stood still,
Sword in my grip, ready to kill.
But the beast was me, in a mask of fear,
A roar that echoed what I couldn't hear.

A rage from childhood, locked in the bone,
A howl of hunger I called not my own.
But no chain breaks by force or shame,
I had to name it, claim it, feel the flame.

Yo — integration ain’t just peace,
It’s war transformed into sweet release.
You gotta bleed before you mend,
Die to yourself just to ascend.

Now I'm whole — scars and grace,
Carved by love in the darkest place.
And the thread that led me out alive?
Was spun from trust, from soul, from dive.

[Bridge]
I am not the light alone,
Nor just the cries I’ve never shown.
But both in rhythm, fierce and true —
The beast, the boy, the man I grew.

[Final Chorus – Soft to Powerful]
Thread of the heart, you brought me home,
Through twisted paths I walked alone.
Not to conquer, but to be —
A soul unchained, completely free.

Ariadne’s thread, of love and grace,
Still ties me back to that sacred place.
Where monster wept and man knelt down,
And rose again to wear the crown.

[Outro – Spoken Over Fading Music]
“The hero’s path is not to slay,
But to embrace what hides away.
The labyrinth lives within the soul —
And love, the thread that makes us whole.”