Gilded Fault

[Verse 1]
They talk of new horizons, say I carved my name in stone,
But every polished surface feels like borrowed, not my own.
I see the neon glow reflectin' on my face,
Wonder if this strata gonna crumble from its place.

[Chorus]
This gilded perch they built for me, a mineral so rare,
Still listen for that whisper: 'Who let you up in there?'
This whole grand gallery, yeah, I'm the main exhibit,
Just waitin' for the usher to say, 'Buddy, this ain't it.'

[Verse 2]
Walk through Kamo River mist, past shrines of silent lore,
My own history's shadow stretches, asking for more.
They praise the ore I've unearthed, the way my flow refines,
But I just see the fault lines, between these polished lines.

[Bridge]
From crowded market chatter to quiet tea house grace,
I trace the strata beneath the pavement, wondering if I earned my space.
Maybe the bluff's the bedrock, the performance the true vein,
A tectonic shift, this game I'm playing ain't in vain.

[Outro]
Yeah, the tremor in the bedrock still hums a subtle tone,
But until they tap my shoulder, this whole damn stage is home.