Pulse of the Storm

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“DEAD AIR”

[Verse 1]

Wake up, same ceiling, same cracks in the paint,

Everybody says I’m fine, but I’m really not, thanks.

Got a head full of noise and a mouth full of lies,

Got a world full of people looking straight through my eyes.

I pay my dues, bite my tongue, play along,

Smile like a saint while the whole thing feels wrong.

They sell me a dream, then they jack up the price,

Say it’s all gonna change, but it’s the same damn life.

[Pre]

Don’t tell me to breathe, don’t tell me to pray,

Don’t tell me tomorrow will feel different today.

I’ve heard every answer, I’ve tried every door,

I’m sick of the same shit dressed up as something more.

[Chorus]

It’s dead air, dead air, screaming in my head,

Wide awake all night, feeling nothing instead.

I’m right here, right here, but I’m nowhere at all,

Got my back to the fire, still waiting to fall.

Fuck your fake smiles, fuck your cheap advice,

You can’t sell me hope at a premium price.

If the whole world is real, tell me why I can’t feel

The ground underneath me or the weight of the wheel.

[Verse 2]

There’s a woman buying groceries, a kid laughing loud,

And I’m watching their lives like I’m lost in a crowd.

I can see every detail, every color, every face,

But there’s something between me and this goddamn place.

No crash, no flames, no dramatic goodbye,

Just a slow-moving question that won’t tell me why.

I can name what is broken, I can spell out the pain,

But knowing the damn answer doesn’t make me feel sane.

[Pre]

Don’t call me ungrateful, don’t call me weak,

You don’t know what it costs just to get through the week.

I’ve heard every answer, I’ve tried every door,

I’m sick of the same shit dressed up as something more.

[Chorus]

It’s dead air, dead air, screaming in my head,

Wide awake all night, feeling nothing instead.

I’m right here, right here, but I’m nowhere at all,

Got my back to the fire, still waiting to fall.

Fuck your fake smiles, fuck your cheap advice,

You can’t sell me hope at a premium price.

If the whole world is real, tell me why I can’t feel

The ground underneath me or the weight of the wheel.

[Bridge]

Maybe I’m tired. Maybe that’s true.

Maybe I’m sick of explaining it to you.

I don’t need a sermon. I don’t need a sign.

I need this life to feel like it’s mine.

[Drums begin building]

I’m not asking for heaven. I’m not asking for gold.

I’m just sick of this distance between me and the world.

[Chorus]

It’s dead air, dead air, screaming in my head,

Wide awake all night, feeling nothing instead.

I’m right here, right here, and I’m done playing nice,

You can keep your damn answers, I’ve paid the full price.

No fake-ass promise, no sugar-coated deal,

Don’t tell me what’s real when I can’t make it feel.

If the whole world is real, then answer me clear:

Why the fuck am I here, if I don’t feel I’m here?

[Outro]

I can see it all.

I know it’s real.

So why can’t I feel it?