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[intro – quiet, distant piano]
Yeah…
Sometimes I wonder if thinkin’ too deep
Is just another way of drownin’ slow

[verse 1]
I been unpackin’ my past like it owes me rent,
Every memory stamped with intent
We don’t start clean, we inherit the dents,
Cracks in the glass before it’s even been bent
They say “be better,” but better than who?
I’m built from examples I never got to choose
Trauma got hands, it been steering the wheel,
Now I’m grown, still askin’ what’s real

I project pain like a movie screen,
Call it personality, call it me
Every scar got a lesson attached,
But damn, every lesson came coated in ash
We don’t escape it, we decorate it,
Call it growth when we barely made it
Past shapes posture, the way that we stand,
That’s why some people rule with a trembling hand

[pre-chorus – breath pauses]
They want control but don’t know the cost,
Power looks tall till the moment it’s lost

[chorus – restrained, evolving]
What is the power for if you’re dead on the inside?
Crowns don’t fix that emptiness, surprise
You can own the world, still hate your reflection,
Still lose sleep fightin’ thoughts for direction
What is the power for if you’re dead on the inside?
If the lights are on but nobody’s alive

[verse 2 – denser, tighter flow]
Power’s a rumor, a lease, not owned,
One wrong move and it’s over, revoked
History shows it again and again,
Kings fall quicker than regular men
We worship positions, ignore the decay,
Call someone “great” ‘cause they got their way
But pressure exposes the cracks in the frame,
And fear wears authority’s face

I seen loud voices crumble to whispers,
Seen “invincible” turn into prisoners
The strongest flex is a fragile thing,
‘Cause it snaps when the crowd stops cheerin’
So why chase a throne made of borrowed time,
When peace feels rarer than diamonds to find?
If I gotta be empty to sit at the top,
Then let it rot, let it drop

[beat drop – drums hit harder]

[chorus – variation]
What is the power for if you’re dead on the inside?
If you sold your soul just to feel alive
They clap for the image, ignore the condition,
You’re rich in control but broke in conviction
What is the power for if you’re dead on the inside?
If your heart flatlines but the title survives

[bridge – stripped, almost spoken]
Maybe I’m wrong…
Maybe I’m just afraid of the cost
But I seen too many idols
Turn hollow the moment they got what they wanted

[verse 3 – emotional peak]
I don’t want dominance, I want alignment,
Mind and my morals finally in silence
No more performin’ strength for approval,
No more disguisin’ survival as brutal
We’re all just kids in adult skin,
Carryin’ ghosts we never let in
If the past is a script then I’m flippin’ the page,
Still actin’ out lines but aware of the cage

I ain’t perfect, I’m painfully human,
Every belief I got I keep losin’
But I’d rather question than live as a lie,
Rather feel broken than dead inside

[outro – fading piano]
So if I fall…
Let it be forward
Not upward
Not hollow
Just real