[Intro – Spoken/low filtered, lone piano building] Yeah… Back in the cage, keys in my grip Lock’s on the inside—same old trip… Let’s move.[Verse 1 – Mid-tempo, intense, tension rising] What is normal? Not this—head cracking like glass under fist Overthink every line I twist, perfection’s a ghost I can’t dismiss I stack the wins then sit in the void, dissecting the shell that I live Standards sky-high, I’m drowning inside while I force the same grin Unleashed beast, finally free, panic hits but strangely it frees You offer calm? I’ll shred it to scraps—no rest, just axes and leaves Architect of my own cell, bars forged from every victory seized Taste of success turns to dust in my throat—king of the grieving, indeed [Pre-Chorus – Accelerating flow, strings climbing] Back in motion like vinyl in flames, spinning in circles again Tracks blow up but the quiet’s louder, idle means death—that’s the end Too many masks, too many stares—I’m the reject that finally returned Torch every bridge just to feel the burn—your normal ain’t how I burn [Chorus – Full drop, explosive, choir + strings peaking] I’m returning, fractured, scarred, still standing! Heart’s a battlefield, mind’s a wasteland, demanding! No excuses, no faking, I’m commanding Every shadow in my skull to start landing! (Yeah!) Returns like a blade through the quiet Returns like I’m tearing out riot Returns—no shelter, no pilot I’m the storm and the lightning! [Verse 2 – Double-time fury, guitar distortion enters] They want smooth? I’m razor-edged—cutting the static apart Panic rides shotgun, pressure dropping fast, I’m flipping the cart Fame patch the cracks? Nah, just upgraded the demons’ new start Attic packed with ghosts that are laughing while I play my part Product of wreckage and rise colliding at 158 speed Every bar’s a confession, rage is the fuel that I need They scream “slow down”—I hit the gas, smash through the rails of belief Closer to abyss but the view makes me question every grief— [Bridge – Stripped to piano + faint choir, vulnerable then explosive build] (soft) What if I’m shattered beyond any fix? What if the throne’s just a rope in the mix? What if the sound is the only thing left… holding the darkness at bay? (beat slams back) Then bring it—I’m not running today! [Final Chorus – Bigger layers, orchestral overload] I’m returning, fractured, scarred, still standing! Heart’s a battlefield, mind’s a wasteland, demanding! No excuses, no faking, I’m commanding Every shadow screaming loud—I’m landing! Returns like a crown with no kingdom Returns like a voice they once shunned from Returns—blood on the throne, I’ve become The storm and the lightning… I’m done running! [Outro – Fading piano + distant choir echoes] Yeah… fractured return… Still standing. Still fighting. Still here