Limit

**[Intro – soft piano, single violin note, whispery voice]**  
Tick… tick… tick… the clock doesn't stop  
I count every second like counting a drop  
The ceiling is heavy, the floor is too cold  
I'm twenty-three going on a hundred years old  
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**[Verse 1 – quiet, melancholic singing over pulsing synth]**  
I wake up the same way – stare at the wall  
Breathe in the silence, then let nothing fall  
My hands are so empty, my chest is a cave  
I'm a ghost in a body that refuses to behave  
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Every thought loops back to a door that won't open  
Every hope I once had has been quietly stolen  
I'm not sad – I'm just tired, there's a difference, you see  
Tired of being tired, and tired of being me  
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**[Pre-Chorus – piano builds, voice slightly stronger]**  
And I reach out my hand but there's nothing to hold  
I'm a story half-written in a book that's too old  
Somewhere there's fire – I just can't feel the heat  
Just the hum of the static beneath my feet  
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**[Chorus 1 – simple, short, hypnotic, easy to remember]**  
*Push the limits –*  
*But the limits push back*  
*I've been running in circles*  
*On a one-way track*  
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**[Verse 2 – still melancholic, but tempo rising slightly]**  
I tried to paint color into black-and-white days  
But the brush always dries before the canvas can fade  
I tried to scream louder than the sound of the void  
But the echo just laughed and said *you're just a boy*  
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I built a whole kingdom out of paper and glass  
Every wind that blew through made the whole thing collapse  
I'm so tired of building – of starting again  
Of pretending that endings are not how it ends  
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**[Pre-Chorus – more intense, strings begin to distort]**  
And I reach out my hand but there's nothing to hold  
I'm a firework frozen before it unfolds  
Somewhere there's lightning – I just can't feel the shock  
Just the clock on the wall and the tick of the lock  
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**[Chorus 2 – same simple hook, sung with a little more weight]**  
*Push the limits –*  
*But the limits push back*  
*I've been running in circles*  
*On a one-way track*  
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**[Bridge – sudden drop, only piano and breath]**  
What if there's nothing?  
What if this is it?  
A ceiling. A floor. A wall. A pit.  
No ladder. No rope. No hand on the rail.  
Just a whisper that says…  
*You already failed.*  
*(Silence for one beat)*  
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**[Verse 3 – switch to aggressive rap, breakcore drums crash in]**  
I'M SO SICK OF THE QUIET! I'M SO SICK OF THE PAIN!  
EVERY VICTORY FEELS LIKE A SCRAP IN THE RAIN!  
I'VE BEEN DIGGING A HOLE JUST TO LIE IN THE DIRT!  
EVERY TIME THAT I HEAL, SOMEONE RIPS OPEN THE WOUND – HURT!  
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YOU SAY "THERE'S A LIMIT!" – I SAY "WATCH ME EXCEED!"  
I'LL TURN EVERY FAILURE INTO FERTILE SEED!  
I'LL BURN DOWN THE CEILING, I'LL SMASH EVERY FLOOR!  
I'LL KICK DOWN THE DOOR AND COME BACK FOR SOME MORE!  
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**[Pre-Chorus – shouted over chaotic breakcore, violin screeches]**  
AND I REACH OUT MY HAND – AND I HOLD ONTO STEEL!  
I'M A WOUNDED MACHINE THAT HAS LEARNED HOW TO FEEL!  
THERE IS LIGHTNING IN MY VEINS – I CAN FEEL THE SHOCK!  
I'M A BOMB IN A BOX AND I'M TICKING – TICK – TOCK!  
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**[Chorus 3 – shouted, triumphant, almost freeing]**  
*PUSH THE LIMITS –*  
*AND THE LIMITS PUSH BACK!*  
*I'LL KEEP RUNNING IN CIRCLES*  
*ON A ONE-WAY TRACK!*  
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**[Outro – sudden stop. No fade. No reverb. Just silence.]**  
...  
*...and I still can't feel a thing.*  
[silence]