[Intro]
Yeah... the spark ate its own light...
The grip turned to grease in the vice...
Throne crumbled to dust in the night...
Still falling...
[Verse 1]
Thought the rise was the prize but the prize was a prism
That split every lie I revised when the tide that I tied
Was a ride I denied in the fire I fried...
Ash in my lungs from the pyre I spun, the spun was a pun
On the one that I won when I stunned the sun into none...
Throne in the stone that I carved with the bone of the clone
I disowned in the zone where the known got overthrown...
Demons got dental and pension, mental’s a rental I resent
In the stencil I snapped when I mapped the trap that I clapped...
Pills on the tile like mosaic mayday I played in the fade
Of the day I betrayed the blade that I weighed...
Fists clenched but the clench is a trench I entrenched
In the stench of the quench I attempted but kept in the debt...
[Pre-Chorus]
They said grip the edge tight... but the edge filed its nails on my resolve
Ironic the spark I ignited now the arson in my own archive...
[Chorus]
Still falling...
Still falling...
Still falling through the myth of the lift
That I gift to the rift I created
When I dated the void and the void deployed
The decoy of the joy I destroyed...
Still falling, but the falling’s a canvas
Painting the panic in the manic static
When I snap in the trap of the map I redrew...
Still falling! Grip slipped to a slide
In the tide of the pride that I tied
To the ride that I lied was the high...
(Whoa-oh) Still falling, terminal waltz with the walls that I scrawled...
(Whoa-oh) Still falling... black hole’s a hole that I hole up in now...
[Verse 2]
Flashback pains got a pension plan, pension the tension
In the dimension I mentioned when I tensed in the fence
Of the sense I dispensed...
Crowd faded but the fade got a following
Following the hollowing swallow I borrowed
From the sorrow I harrowed in the marrow...
Blood on the floor but the floor’s a metaphor
For the door to the war I swore I tore
From the core of the bore I ignored...
Quick flicks of the wrist but the wrist got a list
Of the twists that I missed when I kissed the abyss
With the fist of the risk...
Past haunts last but the last is a cast
That I cast in the vast of the past that I fasted
When I blasted the mask...
Tasked with the clash but the clash is a cache
Of the trash that I stashed in the gash of the hash I rehashed...
[Interlude]
Void’s callin’ louder... Echo: “You slippin’...”
Yeah... but the slip’s the trip that I flip
Into the grip of the abyss I now kiss...
[Verse 3]
Nights bleed but the bleed’s got a beat that I meet
In the heat that I cheat in the feat of the seat
That I beat with the feet of defeat...
Mind’s a minefield but the field got a yield
Of the shields that I yielded to the field
That concealed the real that I sealed...
Shine dimmed but the dim’s a hymn to the grim
That I grim in the rim of the swim that I dimmed
When I swam in the dam...
Whispers hiss but the hiss is a kiss from the miss
That I dismissed in the twist of the wrist that I risked...
Hustle brutal but the brutal’s a jewel in the tool
Of the fool that I schooled in the pool of the ghoul in my soul...
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
What if the fall’s the call that I stalled...
The wind’s got a grin and a pin in the sin...
Pen to the skin, win from within?
But the within’s got a twin that I bin when I sin...
[Outro]
Yeah... still falling... grip tight turned to glide...
Shadows swallow but the swallow’s my ride...
Heart beats in the plummet... alive in the dive...
Still falling... we fall to arrive...
Still falling...