A1 In the quiet of the storm, I hear the echoes of my past, Fragments of a fractured soul, Drifting in the void, unsurpassed.

B1 Chasing phantoms through the haze, Unraveling the threads of time, Every breath a fleeting phase, A cacophony, a silent rhyme.

A2 Beneath the surface, currents pull, Deeper than the eye can see, An ocean of forgotten lull, Where reason drowns in reverie.

B2 Awake, I dance on brittle glass, With every step, a fragile truth, The weight of dreams, a heavy mass, Carved in lines of fleeting youth.

C With every heartbeat, a confession, A battle fought with no decree, In this labyrinth of obsession, I search for who I’m meant to be.