The Cheshire Spiral - The Spotlight Syndrome [DJENT / PROGRESSIVE METALCORE / TECH METAL / MATHCORE]

Описание: The Weaver's Equation — Track 7 / 13

Lyrics:

I walk through halls that move too slow,
Their seconds drag — I breathe in afterglows.
They talk in echoes, faces blur,
I catch the cup before it stirs.

All their gravity pulls down — I float through frames,
A ghost rehearsing all my names.
They’ll never see what I can feel,
The pulse of atoms under steel.

I’m here, I swear I’m here,
Just living in a faster gear.

Aunt May calls from the kitchen light,
Uncle Ben’s soft words fade into night.
I tell myself, “There’s more to find” —
And leave their warmth behind.

All the eyes, all the praise —
They burn like suns in empty space.
Her smile reflects, then fades away,
I’m chasing ghosts in neon veins.
If I shine bright enough, maybe she’ll finally see me —
But every flash erases what’s beneath me.

The mask fits tight; I breathe in fame,
The crowd forgets my given name.
The lights erupt — I’m weightless, pure,
The cage of wonder, my allure.

Uncle’s eyes, a shadow’s flame,
Pride and warning feel the same.
One more round — I’ll make them cheer,
Drown the whisper in my ear.

You taught me heart, but they taught me noise,
And now I’m deaf to my own voice.

Mary Jane’s laughter through the crowd,
A glimpse of gold that feels too loud.
She doesn’t know the boy beneath,
Only the spark, not the grief.

If I could hold her gaze, I’d burn.
If she saw me plain, she’d turn.

Responsibility — static in my head!
I drown the echo, feed the dread!
Hands that could save — choose applause instead!
I am the storm, I am the thread!

(“Peter… responsibility…”)

Power’s a drug, and I’m the vein —
Glory’s sweet — but it leaves a stain.

All the eyes, all the praise —
They fade to black when I walk away.
Her smile’s a ghost, my mirror’s haze,
The boy they loved just drifts astray.

If I shine bright enough, maybe I’ll feel real again —
But every light I chase just blinds me from them.

Streetlights hum; my phone still rings.
I let it die — I let it sing.
Fame is silence wearing gold,
And love’s a story I’ve left untold.

I’m everywhere but where I should be.
The spotlight’s hollow — and it’s killing me.