I ain’t come from no picture‑perfect postcard scene, House full of ghosts, every wall learned to scream. Shattered little memories, razor‑cut routines, I grew teeth in the dark, turned pain into gasoline. Everybody talkin’ like their life so clean — But behind closed doors, they don’t say what it means. I was forged in the fire where the fractures gleam, Now I walk through the world like a nightmare machine. HOOK: I don’t need your perfect family fantasy, I crawled out the wreck with a crown made of agony. Pressure made a monster and the monster became me — Now I’m the storm that your story could never be. Dinner table silence like a loaded gun, Every smile fake, every heartbeat numb. I learned real quick where the shadows come from — So I sharpened my rage and I beat that drum. BRIDGE: No fairy‑tale bloodline, no silver spoon, Just a kid with a fuse and a mind like a monsoon. Now I howl at the world like a war‑torn tune — If you came from the dark, then you rise like the moon. FINAL HOOK: Picture‑perfect lies never meant nothin’ to me, I’m the product of the chaos that they couldn’t ever see. Turn the pain to distortion, let the whole world bleed — ’Cause the broken ones grow into gods when they’re freed.
