[Verse: Helixx C. Armageddon]

There's trauma, and then there is peace

And then there's a little bridge you build between

The body and relief

It's how I sleep under the cannons

Running plays with the dragons, [?] waves with the Kraken

Believe me, it's not fiction

Poetry in motion galvanizes the descriptions of

Safe harvest when even "safe" has its limits

Hard to play possum

When you're both the sufferer and witness

Thеre's a part of me I don't want to see;

It's in the placе within my soul where my primitive monster grieves

Triggered by what I read and see

Dangers in the room, and it's not you, it's me

[Verse: Rhymefest]

Uh

I leaned on you under pressure

Broke your heart in pieces and glued it all back together

This the Japanese art of Kintsugi

Every town we've hammered scars reveals the beauty

Imagine if passions built like a male masochist

Enchanted by your beauty but thrives under the nastiness

I can never sit calm when the stress comes

We go to war, throwing F-bombs

But after the bombs fire, I post bond, and bond tighter

We make love next to bonfires

See, this my trauma-bonded disease

Dangers in the room, and it ain't you, it's me

[Verse: Helixx C. Armageddon]

There's no canaries in the coal mine

Just to send the fear in the passageways in slow time

Scorched earth, bare feet eating the dirt

That's when all my grey sleeves and I'm an animal first

Veins dripping that rocket fuel, sweat pool swimming and trained without [?]

If you care about what the opps would do

About to move the fourth wall, show you the obstacles

Mirror asks questions, advancing on the shadow self, but shadows teach the lessons

Inner alchemy's not guaranteed

Dangers in the room, and it's not you, it's me

[Verse: Rhymefest]

My resolution to workout just didn’t work out

I was going vegan till the chicken brought the jerk out

I was smoking herbal till the heathens brought the ‘Durk’ out

Ask yourselves this question: are you better or you worse now?

(I don’t know)

It’s like I lost the first, second, and third round

Then traveled the world just vibin' on how the earth sound

(How she sound?)

Beautiful, wild, and unusual

We was trying to rhyme, and lives turned to a musical

Entourage turned enemies, but I’mma turn this industry into my ministry

Never left the south side, I be in the streets

Dangers in the room, but it ain't you, it's me