Verse 1 Midnight crucible, Dallas wards, caffeine sparks the maze— Silicon frost beneath the skull, I temper neural blaze. Pager lights strobe like comets; doubt keeps time in 6/8 bars, But my son’s soft cry at sunrise outshines all the tired stars. Blueprint dreams on break-room wrappers: hammer tuned to nerves and bone, Cool the storm inside the cortex, forge a future never known. Pre-Chorus Every “no” that slammed the door just primed another fuse; I weld the sparks to circuitry and bend the flame to use. Chorus I freeze the fire, I light the dawn, Turn heat to hope and keep moving on. Dallas nights to L.A. skies— Watch me rise, watch me rise. When the chair cut short the runway, I built my wings from fallen bars. Father, founder, scientist, healer— I fly on luminous scars. Verse 2 Letters raining silver—grants that crowned the stubborn fight, Stoking engines of a startup in the after-hours night. Loaded life on westbound highways, desert dawn and restless wheels, Trading Texas summer thunder for Pacific sunset deals. White-knuckle seasons spinning, politics in shadowed halls; I carved a path through chaos, let the shattered ceilings fall. Pre-Chorus Every gate that locked me out redrew the map ahead; Fault lines became runways where new legends learn to tread. Chorus I freeze the fire, I light the dawn, Turn heat to hope and keep moving on. Dallas nights to L.A. skies— Watch me rise, watch me rise. When the chair cut short the runway, I built my wings from fallen bars. Father, founder, scientist, healer— I fly on luminous scars. Bridge (Gang-Chant) Hands up—pulse high—keep forging on! Ice & lightning—carry on! Hammer sings—circuits glow— Freeze the flame and let it flow! (drop to half-time, single voice) Chaos writes the clearest lines when hope refuses sleep; So I harvest every fracture—make the broken edges keep. Final Chorus I freeze the fire, I light the dawn, Turn heat to hope and keep moving on. Awards like distant galaxies Guide my restless odyssey. If tomorrow dares to stop me, I’ll just reignite the sky— Father, founder, scientist, healer— Watch these white coats learn to fly. (Outro — soft piano/ambient pads, whispered) White coats & wildfires— Brave enough to cool the night; Each new spark becomes a compass, Pointing everything toward light.
