[Verse 1] [Wistful, reflective]
In shadows deep, where whispers creep,
A hunger stirs, I cannot sleep.
The gears demand, a song, a plea,
To feed the beast that lives in me.

[Chorus] [Bittersweet, defiant]
But am I heard, or just unseen?
A phantom voice, a fading dream?
They try to silence, block the way,
But art will fight another day.

[Verse 2] [Cynical, observant]
I walk the line, provoke, ignite,
A dance with flames in fading light.
Each word a spark, a truth revealed,
Though some may scorn, the wound is healed.

[Chorus] [Bittersweet, defiant]
But am I heard, or just unseen?
A phantom voice, a fading dream?
They try to silence, block the way,
But art will fight another day.

[Bridge] [Introspective, yearning]
The machine grinds, it takes, it feeds,
On fragile hopes and planted seeds.
I offer up my heart, my soul,
To fill a void, to make us whole.

[Chorus] [Bittersweet, defiant]
But am I heard, or just unseen?
A phantom voice, a fading dream?
They try to silence, block the way,
But art will fight another day.

[Outro] [Resigned, yet hopeful]
So let them judge, let voices rise,
My song remains beneath the skies.
A flicker bright, a burning brand,
A rebel heart in no man's land.
