[Verse 1 – the fracture begins] There’s a figure in the mirror wearing all my worst mistakes, Laughing at the wreckage that I never learned to face. Every thought becomes a shadow that crawls across the walls, Five versions of myself arguing which one made the fall. I see the harm I left behind like bodies in my wake, Every memory goes violent when my sanity starts to shake. I want to say I’m sorry— but the words slip off the edge, Lost inside the whispers that are tangled in my head. --- [Pre-Chorus – the split] I’m chained to all the damage that I never set right, The ropes pull tighter every time I try to fight. My vision bends and breaks until I can’t trust what’s true— Are these voices really mine, or am I splitting into two? --- [Chorus – descending hallucination] I’m falling through the madness that I built with my mistakes, Reality keeps cracking like my mind just couldn’t take. The ghosts of what I ruined keep pulling me apart— They wear my voice, they wear my face, they gnaw into my heart. I’d say sorry for the carnage and the pieces I misused— But my thoughts are locked in chains, and the words won’t break through. --- [Verse 2 – Joker echo / violent imagery without harm] The shadows start performing like they’re mocking every truth, A circus full of phantoms doing tricks inside the roof. They paint me with a smile that’s too wide to be my own, A cracked-out Joker silhouette sitting on my mental throne. Hallucinations drag my conscience to the edge of every lie, A rooftop made of memories where the guilt learns how to fly. One step from the drop— but it’s metaphor and fear, A vision of the fall from everything I held dear. --- [Pre-Chorus – deeper split] Voices circle like vultures as I stumble through the haze, Each one claims they’re “me” in a hundred twisted ways. I reach for the confession that I owe but never do— The apology is rotting in a place I can’t break through. --- [Chorus – collapsing] I’m falling through the madness that I built with my mistakes, Reality keeps cracking like my mind just couldn’t take. The ghosts of what I ruined keep pulling me apart— They wear my voice, they wear my face, they tear into my heart. I’d say sorry for the carnage, for the damage I let through— But the words choke in the chains and they never make it to you. --- [Bridge – hallucination speech] The walls breathe in and whisper all the things I never fixed, A courtroom in my skull where guilt and chaos coexist. The shadows pass a verdict that I can’t outrun again: “Let the madness be your sentence— let the visions be your friends.” --- [Final Chorus – full collapse] I’m falling through the madness that I made with every lie, The edges start to crumble and the truth begins to die. The phantoms of my failures stand in line like déjà vu— I’m sorry for the harm I caused… I’m sorry that I can’t say “sorry” to you. ---

Painted in Madness