[VERSE 1] Dust rips my throat as the ground kicks back. I push through grit like a body on trial. The earth shakes hard, demanding I stay low. Each breath drags chains across my ribs. [CHORUS] Dust drags me downward — stardust tears me wide. Dust drags me downward — stardust tears me wide. Break the dust. Break the dust. Two forces claw at the same burning core. [VERSE 2] Stardust surges cold through my open veins. It carves bright scars in the dark I carry. Light detonates behind my ribs in bursts. The cosmos hammers patterns in my spine. [CHORUS] Dust wants to crush me — stardust wants me gone. Break the dust. Break the dust. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Both strike like war drums pounding rival truths. [BRIDGE] Maybe I’m shaped by the conflict, not the end. Maybe the fracture is the truth I hold. I’m the hinge trembling between ruin and rise. What I choose to bear decides what survives. [FINAL CHORUS] Dust claims the body — stardust claims the spark. Break the dust. Break the dust. Hold the rift. Hold the rift. I walk the line where both truths collide hard.
