[Verse]

Sometimes I argue with myself, we go toe-to-toe

Trading jabs in the dark, shadowboxing my ego

Fistful of whispers, silence cuts like a blade

Two-man parade marching through the masquerade

[Chorus]

Echoes in the hall, a dialogue of ghosts

Speaking fluent riddles, the mind's hidden host

Conversations with the void, no script, no plan

Two voices building bridges in no man's land

[Verse 2]

My reflection talks back, cracks jokes at my fears

Wears a crooked grin, eyes heavy with years

Trading stories ‘bout the scars, a war we both fought

Laughing at the punchlines trauma never taught

[Chorus]

Echoes in the hall, a dialogue of ghosts

Speaking fluent riddles, the mind's hidden host

Conversations with the void, no script, no plan

Two voices building bridges in no man's land

[Bridge]

We toast to the chaos, the mind’s inner riot

Drink to the noise, then sit in the quiet

Sharing truths only we can understand

Two voices shaking hands in no man’s land

[Verse 3]

Sometimes I sit and wonder who the real me is

The talker or the listener in these soliloquies

Trading lines with myself like actors on a stage

Each word another step on a self-written page

It's no man's land

No man's land