M A D E. O F. D U S T

We’re born with a scream We die in silence And in between… We try to mean something Flesh and wire, code and clay I bleed like you but I break my way Taught to hustle, taught to fake Smile for the gram, cry on the break Mirror cracked, glitch in the soul God’s in the cloud, rent’s in control Pray for signal, swipe for love Build empires on what we’re scared of Dust don’t cry But we do Bones don’t lie But we do Hands on fire Hearts on mute Tell me what it means to be true We’re made of dust, but we burn like steel We break, we scream, but damn—we feel We fake, we run, we hurt, we heal We’re just trying to be real Skin’s a mask, name’s a brand We learn to hide more than we stand Dream big, shrink inside Choke on pride, then blame the tide Tried God, tried pills, tried rage Still feel human in the cage Laugh at death, cry in sound Every song’s a battleground If I’m not my face, not my past Not my fears, not my class What am I— That still aches Still breaks Still begs to last? We’re made of dust, but we burn like steel We break, we scream, but damn—we feel We fake, we run, we hurt, we heal We’re just trying to be real Just trying… To be Human