[Verse 1] In the heart of the city's roar, Where the concrete whispers its lore, The sound of disorder is loud, Anxiety's shadow, a cloud. [Chorus] Echoes of chaos, a symphony, Drowning in the sea of apathy, Impotence's grip, a silent plea, In the maelstrom of lack of control, we're free. [Verse 2] The clock ticks, the world spins, Yet we're bound by our sins, A dance with despair, a waltz with fate, In the eye of the storm, we hesitate. [Chorus] Echoes of chaos, a symphony, Drowning in the sea of apathy, Impotence's grip, a silent plea, In the maelstrom of lack of control, we're free. [Bridge] The strings of the guitar, they weep, The piano keys, they softly creep, A melody of the lost and the found, In the silence, the sound is the loudest sound. [Chorus] Echoes of chaos, a symphony, Drowning in the sea of apathy, Impotence's grip, a silent plea, In the maelstrom of lack of control, we're free. [Outro] As the music fades, the silence speaks, A tale of the sound, of what it seeks, In the quiet, the chaos is clear, The sound of disorder, it's always here. [End]