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Everything We Inherited

V5.5

# EVERYTHING WE INHERITED [INTRO — distant / almost spoken] Nobody starts at the beginning. We wake up halfway through. With somebody else's damage already telling us what to do. [VERSE 1] I learned the rules before the reasons. Keep it down. Don't make a scene. Call it love when someone leaves you. Call it strength when you don't scream. Every room came with a warning. Every silence had a name. I thought these were my instincts. Turns out somebody taught me pain. [PRE-CHORUS] Oh. So that's where this came from. The flinch. The fear. The need to be enough. You handed me a map with half the roads torn up— Then asked me where we're going. [CHORUS] WE WALK WHAT THEY BROKE. WE CARRY WHAT THEY COULDN'T. Every crack beneath our feet, every word they never put right. WE WALK WHAT THEY BROKE. AND NOW I'M OUT HERE LEADING— Trying to show you where to step on a road I barely survived. I didn't choose this. But here it is. Everything we inherited. [VERSE 2] I know somebody hurt you first. I know you didn't make the blade. I know you called it getting through it when you taught me the same. Maybe you were doing your best. Maybe that's the hardest part. Because I can understand your wounds and still have scars. [PRE-CHORUS 2] I can know why. I can know when. I can trace it back through everyone. But knowing where the fire started doesn't mean I'm not the one still burning. [CHORUS] WE WALK WHAT THEY BROKE. WE CARRY WHAT THEY COULDN'T. Every crack beneath our feet, every promise left unfinished. WE WALK WHAT THEY BROKE. AND NOW I'M OUT HERE LEADING— With one hand holding myself together, one reaching back for yours. I didn't choose this. But here it is. Everything we inherited. [BREAKDOWN] YOUR FATHER'S FEAR. YOUR MOTHER'S SILENCE. THEIR FATHER'S RAGE. THEIR MOTHER'S VIOLENCE. PASSED DOWN. DRESSED UP. CALLED LOVE. CALLED US. NO. I WON'T CALL IT NORMAL JUST BECAUSE IT'S OLD. I WON'T HAND YOU THE KNIFE AND SAY THAT'S HOW WE HOLD. [BRIDGE — instrumentation drops away] And then it hit me— I'm somebody else's before. One day they'll name the things I did without knowing what I was fighting for. They'll inherit what I bury. They'll repeat what I refuse. And suddenly I'm standing where the people before me stood. Fuck. [BUILD] So what do I give you? What ends with me? What do I keep and what gets buried? I don't have the answer. I barely have a light. But if you're walking after me— I'll try to leave the ground alive. [FINAL CHORUS] WE WALK WHAT THEY BROKE. BUT WE DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE IT. Every crack beneath our feet doesn't have to reach the next life. WE WALK WHAT THEY BROKE. AND GOD, I'M STILL LEARNING— How to lead you somewhere better when I've never seen the other side. I didn't choose this. Neither did you. But maybe choice begins here. Everything we inherited— doesn't have to be everything we leave. [OUTRO — quiet / unresolved] Nobody starts at the beginning. So I'll start where I am.