[Intro – low guzheng plucks, distant 808 rumble] Dust in my lungs… Neon in my veins… You ever see a ghost build a throne? [Verse 1 – controlled, rising] Who builds the empire? The riff-rat kid dressed in barbed wire, Coming from the bottom and rising to the top, Building the gang when the next album drops. Dropping like shells, dropping like casings, Pup gotta grow into a killer whale pacing. No more games, no more hazing, You got words — shén de ma? Stop debating. Battle of the mouse with the tiger claw, Small frame kid but I studied the law Of hunger, of winter, of concrete floors, Of cardboard dreams behind closed doors. [Guzheng picks up, trap drums slide in] I grew up around ketamine and dealer lies, Seen the weakness of a man through his eyes. You talk you from the street — street got neon glow, Did we ever meet? You ever seen mountains of snow? Yeah I’m home in a promised land… Should’ve thought it over again… I don’t rise from ash… I rise from dust. [Hook – Japanese, cold → explosive] 夜が俺を育てた、 (Yoru ga ore o sodateta) The night raised me. 胸に鉄の骨、 (Mune ni tetsu no hone) Iron bones in my chest. 命は自分で奪うもの、 (Inochi wa jibun de ubau mono) Life is something you seize. 俺の道を塞ぐな。 (Ore no michi o fusagu na) Don’t stand in my path. [Final line fry-screamed:] 俺は嵐だ——! (Ore wa arashi da——!) I am the storm! [Verse 2 – faster, more paranoid, theatrical] Streetlight flicker like a broken halo, Smile for the camera but the heart stays fatal. They talk big when the room feel warm, But cold nights made me reform. Empire roads brick by brick, Quiet kid turned strategic. You laughed when the vision looked small — Now you watch when the numbers tick. From closet beds to king-size dreams, From dollar menus to better things. From “you won’t make it” to “how’d she do that?” From dust-stained hands to a black silk suit intact. You see the aura — anti-suit energy, Corporate ghost with trench-coat memory. Before the tie, before the brand, Before the logo stamped in sand. I don’t rise from ash… I rise from dust. [Hook – Japanese, bigger, layered vocals] 夜が俺を育て、嵐が骨を削った、 (Yoru ga ore o sodate, arashi ga hone o kezutta) Night raised me, storms shaped my bones. 誰も道を与えなかった、俺が自分で切り開いた。 (Daremo michi o ataenakatta, ore ga jibun de kirihiraita) No one gave me a road — I carved my own. [Layered fry scream:] 俺は嵐だ——俺は運命だ! (Ore wa arashi da—— Ore wa unmei da!) I am the storm — I am fate! [Bridge – slowed, guzheng heavy, 808 breathing] Mountains made of snow melt in heat, Neon prophets still bow to defeat. I seen men crumble chasing applause, I chose patience. I studied flaws. Before the suit… before the fame… Before the empire had a name… There was dust. And I remained. [Final Hook – full feral theatrical paranoia] 夜が俺を育てた—— 胸に鉄の骨が刻まれた! (Yoru ga ore o sodateta—— Mune ni tetsu no hone ga kizumareta!) Night raised me — iron carved into my soul! 命は自分で奪うもの! 世界よ俺の咆哮を聞け! (Inochi wa jibun de ubau mono! Sekai yo ore no houkou o kike!) Life is seized — the world hears my roar! 俺は嵐だ!!! (Ore wa arashi da!!!) I AM THE STORM!!!