The heat in the mold

[intro – cold ignition] a sterile dawn metal breath in frozen air the system wakes and so do i [verse 1] i was molded into motion taught to breathe in lines hands trained for repetition thoughts filed down to size they fed me purpose through a cracked display said this is living while the colors drained [pre-chorus] pressure in the writing static in the spine every step rehearsed but none of it is mine [chorus] i am not the shape you cast i am not the voice you fed from rusted skin and broken plans i rise unfinished, not dead i burn through coded lies through silent rules and blame i was never meant to fit inside your clay made frame [verse 2] mirrors built from expectation faces staring back every flaw magnified every fracture stacked they call it order i call it decay a polished cage with no escape [pre-chorus 2] i feel the weight of borrowed names a thousand roles none the same [chorus – repeat] i am not the shape you cast i am not the voice you fed from rusted skin and broken plans i rise—unfinished, not dead [bridge – collapse] strip the veneer peel the steel what’s left beneath is raw and real if i break i break awake not as a part but as a threat [final chorus – full force] i am not the shape you cast i am not the voice you fed i am the absence in your plan the flaw you never read from silent rooms and severed ties i claim what you denied no longer clay in foreign hands i choose the form inside [outro] unfinished uncontrolled unowned ...the heat in the mold...