There’s a switch that never sleeps inside my head

Clicks all night, won’t let me rest

I feed it time, I feed it breath

It eats them both, calls it depth

I don’t know if I’m broken or blessed

Just wired tight, over-pressed

If I cut the cord, who would I be

This engine’s the only thing steering me

I wake with a dial already turning

Numbers scratching circles in my head

Every promise carving grooves in me

Like tires burning roads in my head

I trade one hunger for another

Different faces, same pull again

Shiny habits, worn-out comforts

They all know my name

I’ve worn devotion like a uniform

Stitched too tight along the seams

Every focus turns consuming

Every pattern digs in deep

I stack meaning on small intentions

Bow to things that barely breathe

Call it purpose, call it pressure

Either way it buries me

There’s a switch that never sleeps inside my head

Clicks all night, won’t let me rest

I feed it time, I feed it breath

It eats them both, calls it depth

I don’t know if I’m broken or blessed

Just wired tight, over-pressed

If I cut the cord, who would I be

This engine’s the only thing steering me

I’ve tried to starve it, tried to drown it

Tried to dress it up in light

But it’s the voice that keeps me honest

And the noise that steals the night

Some days it saves me from the edge

Some days it drags me by the teeth

I curse the chain around my ankle

Then thank it when I need to breathe

There’s a switch that never sleeps inside my head

A constant guest I’ve always fed

I feed it songs, I feed it scars

It turns them into crooked stars

I don’t know if I’d pass the test

Without the weight I’ve always kept

If I cut the cord, would I be free

Or just a body missing its electricity

So I walk the line it draws in me

A thin bright wire over dark seas

Not healed, not lost, just humming low

With the only fire I’ve ever known