[Verse 1] They said the wiring wasn't right, Too much voltage in the light. Circuits buzzing after dark, Restless current in the spark. Too loud. Too bright. Too much. Rooms lit up when I walked in, Like my pulse disturbed the grid. Every switch they tried to throw Couldn't slow the overflow. Static. Friction. Charge. [Pre-Chorus] Every system has its load — Every wire has its code. When the current runs too strong, People say the build is wrong. Wait. Look. Know. [Chorus] I'm not broken. I'm not flawed. Different current. Different laws. What they called too much to hold Was just lightning in the soul. Too intense. Too wild. Too real. Turns out power was the plan. Turns out this is how I'm built. Built different. [Verse 2] I spent years dimming the flame, Trying not to trip the frame. Lower voltage. Softer glow. Learning how to move in low. Small light. Low hum. Contained. But sparks don't live inside a cage, Currents don't learn how to behave. Pressure building in the line Waiting for the right design. Pulse. Heat. Drive. [Pre-Chorus – variation] Every fuse they tried to place Only lit a brighter space. Every doubt they wired in Fed the engine deep within. Stand. Hold. Rise. [Bridge – emotional core] The nights were long without a sound, Like power humming underground. No signal. No crowd. Just charge. And in that quiet, slowly grown, I learned to run the grid alone. Silent. Steady. Strong. [Final Chorus] I'm not broken. I'm not wrong. Different voltage running strong. Every label they applied Only fed the surge inside. Too charged. Too live. Too free. Turns out power was the plan. Turns out this is how I'm built. Built different.
