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The Underground Man - Inspired by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Dr. Ellis, armchair cracked, window blinds let in just that. He clears his throat—today we're reading Dosto—pen. The underground man, bitter and thin, stares at the wall, starts to spin. That's us. Let's begin. Verse two: So the underground man, coughs, then spits—says Doc, I live below your wits. I don't trust joy, I don't trust light. Happiness? I'd rather fight. Shame says you're nothing. Guilt says you're cruel. Pride says stay quiet... don't be the fool. But the room's too quiet... and I hate being ruled. Pre-chorus: And he swallows, and the room spins, walls start breathing, heart starts beating faster now! Verse three: Dr. Ellis leans forward, calm eyes—says that's the rot, that's the disguise. Shame's your whip, guilt's your chain, pride's the glue that holds the pain. But here's the news, it's all inside, no one out there decides your ride. Let one crack—just one—and see... the next won't be so hard to free. Pre-chorus: And he swallows, and the room spins, walls start breathing, heart starts beating just a little slower now! Verse four: Next week he shows up on time—hair combed, shoes tied, no new crime. Doesn't speak, but doesn't bite. Dr. Ellis smiles, writes insight. Not magic, not a quick fix— just showing up when you hate your tricks. Pre-chorus two: Cracks get louder, walls start humming... maybe... maybe I'm not so becoming. He meant the parts of you that you don't let out. The mean kid, the cry baby, the guy who wants to punch walls. The stuff your mama told you to hide. The stuff that keeps you up at night. The shadow isn't evil—it's un-owned. And when you own it... you stop owning everything else. Bridge: Not fixed, no, not tonight— but Dr. Ellis writes in red. A single word. He underlines twice. The word? Forward. Not nice. Not right. Just forward. And he hands me the page— says read this tomorrow when you're in rage. Yeah... that's all. No fireworks. Just forward! Chorus: You stop blaming her for what you didn't give. You stop blaming work for what you didn't ask. You just say—oh. That was me. All along. And once you say that—once you stop being scared of your own face— the light? The light gets warmer. Underground no more—I'm climbing, I'm trying. Shame and guilt can't keep me lying. Not fixed. Not bright. But light's sneaking in—tonight. Underground no more... I'm climbing. I'm trying. Underground no more—I'm climbing, I'm trying. The light gets warmer—Just forward! Underground no more—I'm climbing, I'm trying. The light gets warmer—Just forward! The shadow isn't evil—it's un-owned. And when you own it... you stop owning everything else!!!! #UndergroundMan #FyodorDostoevsky #philosophy #quotes