[INTRO] I used to sit inside the silence Waiting for a spark to rise Searching through the wreckage in me For something I could recognize Now I describe a feeling And a whole new world appears But somewhere in the finished music I can barely hear myself in here [VERSE 1] I bring the scars, I bring the memories The things I never learned to say I give the machine a piece of me And watch it shape the pain The melody is beautiful The harmonies are right So why am I staring at the speakers Feeling absent from my life? [PRE-CHORUS] Am I the hand that lights the fire? Am I the voice or the receiver? Am I creating something real? Or am I becoming its believer? [CHORUS] Am I still writing music? Or just opening the door? Is this my soul inside the silence Or a ghost that wants some more? Am I the voice behind the thunder? Am I the heart beneath the sound? If I become the conduit Will there be anything of me left when it all comes out? [POST-CHORUS] Is it mine? Tell me, is it mine? [VERSE 2] I used to fight for every sentence Wear the edges off a rhyme Now a single thought becomes a song Before I have the chance to find The shape of what I’m feeling The reason for the ache Am I making my imagination Or watching it get made? [PRE-CHORUS 2] If it can imitate my sorrow Does it know the price I paid? If it can build the perfect chorus Does that make my feeling fake? [CHORUS] Am I still writing music? Or just opening the door? Is this my soul inside the silence Or a ghost that wants some more? Am I the voice behind the thunder? Am I the heart beneath the sound? If I become the conduit Will there be anything of me left when it all comes out? [BRIDGE] Maybe every tool has changed me Every instrument I’ve known But this feels like a stranger Standing where my voice once lived alone I don’t want to fake the feeling I don’t want to claim what’s not mine I just want to know that somewhere There’s still a human in the design [BUILD] I choose the wound! I choose the words! I choose the truth beneath the noise! You may help me shape the storm But you will never make my choice! [BREAKDOWN] I AM MORE THAN THE RESULT! MORE THAN THE SHAPE OF A SOUND! I AM THE HEART THAT STARTED ASKING! I AM THE VOICE THAT STANDS ITS GROUND! [INSTRUMENTAL] [FINAL CHORUS] Maybe I’m still writing music Maybe this is what it means To stand between the spark and thunder And decide what the world hears from me I am the voice behind the thunder I am the heart beneath the sound I can use this endless machine Without letting it erase me now If my hands become a conduit Let them carry something true The machine can help me shape it But it cannot choose what I put through! [OUTRO] So am I writing music? Or am I learning A new way to sing?
