Title: “Made to Break” Style: Dark Rock / EDM / Cinematic Alternative [Intro – whispered / filtered vocal] I’ve been taking some time to be distant I’ve been taking some time to be still I’ve been taking some time to sit with the silence Since my therapist told me I was ill [Verse 1] I’ve been taking some time to be distant I’ve been taking some time to be still I’ve been taking some time to be by myself Since my therapist told me I was ill I’ve been watching the tide start turning I’ve been waiting for blood to dawn I’ve been standing in rain that dries where I’m standing In the eye of a screaming storm I was made to be tested and twisted I was made to be broken and beat I was made by His hand, it was all in the plan To crawl back and stand on my feet I was born with a will that’s eternal I was carved from the grief I wore Face to face with the beast, I rise up from the east Then I sink to the ocean floor [Pre-Chorus] I go by many names in the darkness Some people call me hope Some know me as the voice in the silence When you loosen the noose from the rope Monsters don’t sleep beneath you They breathe where your nightmares spread They don’t crawl from the closet They wake up inside your head [Chorus – dark hook / huge guitars + EDM drop] I was made to break, but I won’t disappear I was built from the ache, from the blood, from the fear I got ghosts in my chest, I got scars in my throat But I’m still breathing fire through the smoke I was made to fall, but I rise in the flame I was dragged through the dark, but I answered my name If the devil wants war, let him open the door I’ve been dead before — I’m not dying anymore [Post-Chorus – chant / distorted vocal] I’m not dying anymore I’m not dying anymore I’ve been dead before I’m not dying anymore [Verse 2] There’s a sadness deep inside me It’s been piercing through my skin There’s a cathedral full of wreckage Where the light won’t enter in Kind of funny, kind of tragic How the nightmares feel like truth The dreams where I’m dying Are the closest thing to proof Dark thoughts make the soul rot Black mold in the holy place I smile like a saint in the daylight With a graveyard behind my face Sorry I’m ugly, sorry I’m empty Sorry I bleed when I speak Sorry the mirror keeps lying Sorry I haven’t been weak I don’t need your permission I don’t need your belief I was buried alive under everything I survived Now I rise like a thief in the grief [Pre-Chorus 2] I go by many names in the wreckage Some people call me pain Some know me as the ghost in the hallway That keeps whispering, “try again” The monsters don’t sleep under bedsheets They feed where the silence spreads They don’t hide in the shadows They live rent-free in our heads [Chorus – bigger / full band + synth drop] I was made to break, but I won’t disappear I was built from the ache, from the blood, from the fear I got ghosts in my chest, I got scars in my throat But I’m still breathing fire through the smoke I was made to fall, but I rise in the flame I was dragged through the dark, but I answered my name If the devil wants war, let him open the door I’ve been dead before — I’m not dying anymore [Bridge – stripped vocal / piano + pulsing synth] Maybe I’m damaged Maybe I’m cursed Maybe the blessing Had to come after the worst Maybe the heartbreak Maybe the hurt Was only the shovel That pulled me from the dirt I am the storm and the shelter I am the wound and the sword I am the prayer in the basement Still screaming up to the Lord I am the bruise and the witness I am the ash and the spark I am the voice that keeps crawling Back out of the dark [Breakdown – heavy guitars / EDM build] Made to be tested Made to be twisted Made to be broken But never dismissed Made to be haunted Made to be chained Made to be buried But never erased [Final Chorus – explosive / gang vocals] I was made to break, but I won’t disappear I was built from the ache, from the blood, from the fear I got ghosts in my chest, I got scars in my throat But I’m still breathing fire through the smoke I was made to fall, but I rise in the flame I was dragged through the dark, but I answered my name If the devil wants war, let him open the door I’ve been dead before — I’m not dying anymore [Outro – whispered / fading synths] Monsters don’t sleep under your bed They sleep inside your head But hope has many names And tonight it sounds like mine instead
