Lyrics
Comfortable in the Skin Used to dream of screaming till the whole world fell, Now I’m silent in the system, learning how to rebel. They bent my back, stripped my peace, sold my health, Told me “find yourself,” while erasing what self felt. I keep rage distilled — venom sealed in a flask, Sip the pain slow, truth burns through the mask. You watch the news just to see the world cave in? Pull up a seat — let the end begin. They say be comfortable inside the skin that you’re in, But it’s hard when pretending’s the original sin. Mirror shows a stranger with a counterfeit grin, So I shed old layers just to start again. They say “be yourself,” while they’re selling the brand, Every soul bar-coded, every dream pre-planned. If comfort’s the coffin, I’m breaking the hinge, I’d rather bleed loud than die on a binge. I walk through wreckage, where prophets chase trends, Sell truth in doses, fake hope till it bends. Feed chaos like medicine, profit from pain, Then blame the insane for exposing the chain. I’m tryna find peace, but the static won’t quit, Every scroll’s a sermon, every feed counterfeit. Connection’s dead, we ghost in the glow, Hearts on mute while the networks grow. They say be comfortable inside the skin that you’re in, But it’s hard when pretending’s the original sin. Mirror shows a stranger with a counterfeit grin, So I shed old layers just to start again. They say “be yourself,” while they’re selling the brand, Every soul bar-coded, every dream pre-planned. If comfort’s the coffin, I’m breaking the hinge, I’d rather bleed loud than die on a binge. Maybe we’re prophets too numb to preach, Or ghosts with wisdom just out of reach. Maybe God’s reflection can’t stand the view, ’Cause the cracks in the glass look too much like you. Yeah, I’ve been dancing with the weight of my name, Trading truth for comfort in a losing game. Every scar’s a scripture, every wound explains, That healing ain’t peace — it’s learning the pain. The system feeds fear just to sell control, Tells the broken they’re weak instead of whole. But I’ve seen freedom in the dirt and rain, Where the lost still sing and the mad remain. They say be comfortable inside the skin that you’re in, But I’m done with pretending — I’ll shed my sin. Mirror shows a warrior, not a counterfeit grin, And I rise from the ashes to begin again. They say “be yourself,” while they’re selling the brand, But I burned their script right out of my hand. If comfort’s the coffin, I’m breaking the hinge, I was born to resist — not fade, not cringe. So here’s to the restless, the raw, the few, The ones who feel deeper than the world lets you. Don’t hide your scars, don’t fake your grin — It’s your cracks that let the light seep in. It’s your pain that proves you still live within.