Tiring Chains - Chen Hui (Gothic rock music)

Tiring Chains MV and lyrics (sung by Chen Hui; Gothic rock music)

Tiring Chains lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fluorescent lights are buzzing low
Another email, watch the numbers grow
My eyelids heavy, dragging on the floor
Another deadline knocking at the door
My coffee's cold, my brain is thick and slow
This endless cycle, where does it all go?
I dream of freedom, a sunlit, open space
But fear's a shadow, clinging to this place.

[Chorus]
My bones are weary, my spirit's wearing thin
This corporate treadmill, where do I begin?
To break these chains, to find a brand new start, but
Fear whispers softly, tearing me apart.
"No money, no future," a haunting, hollow sound
Is this the prison, where I'm forever bound?

[Verse 2]
I see my colleagues, faces pale and drawn
We're all just robots, 'til the day is gone
We trade our hours for a meager, weekly wage
Trapped in this system, turning a new page
Of spreadsheets, meetings, and a constant, ringing phone
My soul's a desert, utterly alone.
I picture quitting, walking out the door
But then the rent looms, and I can't ignore...

[Chorus]
My bones are weary, my spirit's wearing thin
This corporate treadmill, where do I begin?
To break these chains, to find a brand new start, but
Fear whispers softly, tearing me apart.
"No money, no future," a haunting, hollow sound
Is this the prison, where I'm forever bound?

[Bridge]
Maybe tomorrow, I'll find a different way
A hidden pathway, to a brighter day.
Maybe a side hustle, a passion I can chase
A tiny glimmer, in this desolate space.
I know I'm worth more than this daily, tired grind
But courage is fleeting, hard to find.

[Chorus]
My bones are weary, my spirit's wearing thin
This corporate treadmill, where do I begin?
To break these chains, to find a brand new start, but
Fear whispers softly, tearing me apart.
"No money, no future,"
Is this the prison, where I'm forever bound?

[Outro]
Oh, I'm so tired, tired of this game
But fear's a tightrope, whispering my name.
And in the silence, a question starts to bloom here,
"a slower, certain doom?"