No Fix Sekventor

Yeah
They told me I needed to play by the rules, I tried to fit into the frame
But every step felt alien, every breath felt cold
There’s no home here… Now I know that

I woke up in someone else’s skin , in a city full of noise
Empty faces, plastic smiles, emptiness in their posture
Chasing money, chasing influence, but the high doesn't last long
Every time I almost feel something, it slips away
Pills can't fix it, love is a loan
The soul is begging just to be left alone
I told my mirror: "Man, you're a stranger here"
Even my shadow knew those words were true
They say heaven is a state of mind, but no, it's a place I've never been
Earth is a waiting room with walls that are crumbling
Gravity isn't just space, it's a chain
I hear the universe whispering my other name

On this cold earth there is no place for the soul
You just wander, pretending to be normal
You only find yourself when you let it all fall apart
When you leave this world, there’s no map, no looking back
Only when you leave, only when you walk away
You become the light they never saw down below

The clouds part when you stop compromising
Traded peace for a paycheck, feelings went numb
Every dawn felt like deja vu
Dreamed of horizons I never reached
Fear of death? No, fear of being stuck in place
Breathing someone else's air when luck is running out
They paint the afterlife as a loss, a tragedy
But I saw freedom on that final page of entropy
No more lies that I tell my bones
No more boxes that refuse to be a home
Let go, break free, the bond was never strong
I miss a place I knew even before I was born

On this cold earth there is no place for the soul
You just wander, pretending to be normal
You only find yourself when you let it all fall apart
When you leave this world, there is no map, no looking back
Only when you leave, only when you walk away
You become the light they never saw down below

And the silence isn't empty, it's a song without sound
No labels, no boundaries, no gravity pulling you down
What if death is just waking up from a nightmare you carried with you?
What if home never knocked on an earthly door?
Fading out of the frame is the purest form of art
You don't lose yourself - you just stop playing a part

They will call it the end
I call it an arrival
No tombstone needed
The soul never intended to stay here
You'll find me where breath is not needed
Peace