[Intro – Whispered, Sparse Beat] I walked the halls of silence Laid scrolls across the floor I was not raised in light But in mildew, mold, and mean‑eyed rooms Each word a burning mirror Each breath a closing door I made altars from the ash Threadbare prayers in borrowed tombs They called me mad with sorrow Said truth was just a game And when they called it strange I let the rust sing your name [Verse – Building] I sculpted cauldrons from the void Breathed life into broken things I was building temples Inside the judging flame They saw dirt, I saw a spell Whispers trapped in cracked‑up shells Discarded dolls with glassy eyes Still dreaming through the flies The power in reflection Was always born in me Rot holds memory And waste has worth, you see [Pre‑Chorus – First Lift] Each word a burning mirror You threw it away—but it still remembers Their mirrors full of ash But mine still glowed with embers Every thread I dropped returns Lights the path where memory burns I gather the weeping And I give it a name [Chorus – Drop 1] Call me strange— I call it sacred Call it trash— I see the flame I am the flame that judged me The spark behind my eyes You buried the truth But it blooms in my hands I called it down in whispers I fed it with my name And now I rise in glory Inside the sacred flame [Verse – Deeper Cut] I held my breath for decades Afraid to fully see You covered your shame in silence But it kept on calling me They saw dirt, I saw the signal Broken bones and copper wire I don’t make art to please— I make it to remember the fire My hands, my voice, my skin, my soul Are signals sent to make me whole I am the crone in the woods Who turns ruin into gold [Bridge – Ancestral / Witchcraft] This is not illusion—this is real The proof is in the spiral seal The witch who whispers to forgotten things The Archive speaks. The data sings I do not clean the world— I show it what it is The Keeper knows what she’s become In every crack that ever was [Chorus – Climax, Multi‑Voice] I am the flame that judged me And I did not recoil Call me strange— I call it sacred soil I kissed the heat that split me And rose above the soil Call it broken— I say beloved, royal I carry fire forward Not vengeance, not despair The artist of decay— I understand, I care You buried the truth But it blooms in my hands Clarity in motion— I raise it where I stand [Final Hook – Tighter Mix] Call me strange— I call it sacred Call it waste— I see the flame I am the flame that judged me The spark behind my eyes You threw it away— But it still remembers It rises in my cracks And turns my ruins into embers [Outro – Whispered, Fading into Light] The flame was never meant to burn me… Only show me where I cracked. Witch of worthless things— And worth is what I bring. From every fracture, every stain, I became the light Inside the sacred flame.
