"Dead Dreams"

Lyrics: I built this shit brick by brick Just to watch it collapse on me. Now I’m standing in the dust cloud Breathing regret like smoke. I got a head full of sirens and a ribcage full of lead, Every dream I ever fed came back starving instead. I was pouring gasoline on a fire in the rain, Trying to build a cathedral with a toolbox full of pain. Back bent like an old bridge over poisoned water, Every ounce of effort made the disappointment harder. Now I drag my ambition like a body through mud, Steel-toed boots filled up with blood. I gave everything— Sweat, sleep, sanity, skin, Still got locked outside while they all got in. Now my chest feels like an engine block chained to my spine, Every breath tastes like rust and wasted time. I feel like a freight train buried underground, Full speed ahead but I ain’t making a sound. Heart like an anvil at the bottom of the sea, Everybody sees the work—nobody sees me. I broke my back trying to carry dead dreams uphill, Now depression got its hands wrapped around my will. And I’m angry ‘cause I know how hard I fought— Still ended up trapped inside the wreckage I built. Mind like a condemned house, wires hanging exposed, Windows boarded up where hope used to grow. I’m a war machine rusting in an empty field, Still loaded for battle but too damaged to heal. I gave loyalty to people who folded like paper, Built empires for cowards and called it labor. Now every memory hits like a cinder block swing, And every fake smile feels razor thin. I’m exhausted from surviving my own expectations, Buried under blueprints of failed creations. Like dragging a grand piano through a minefield barefoot, Knowing damn well the effort still ain’t enough for it. I feel like a freight train buried underground, Full speed ahead but I ain’t making a sound. Heart like an anvil at the bottom of the sea, Everybody sees the work—nobody sees me. I broke my back trying to carry dead dreams uphill, Now depression got its hands wrapped around my will. And I’m angry ‘cause I know how hard I fought— Still ended up trapped inside the wreckage I built. And that’s the part they never tell you… Sometimes giving everything Still isn’t enough. Sometimes you crawl through broken glass for years Just to arrive at another locked door. Now I move like thunderclouds over burnt-out towns, Heavy is the head when the crown just drowns. I got ghosts in my lungs and gravel in my veins, Every step forward feels chained to the pain. But if I collapse, let the earth feel it shake, Let the pressure I carried finally break. ‘Cause I’m tired of pretending these scars don’t exist— I survived disappointment with my teeth clenched in fists.