[Verse 1] I was born into a blinding light, an infant cast upon an endless, shifting sea, With no map to guide my stumbling steps, no sacred tongue to tell me who to be. They handed me the keys to the world, a fragile kingdom stretching far and wide, But they never gave me the words I’d need to tame the howling storms I held inside. I walked like a king through open fields, believing freedom was a gift without a cost, Never knowing every step I took across that green and unmapped country Was another syllable of a native language I had lost. [Pre-Chorus] And time — it never paused to ask if I was strong enough to carry all this weight, It moved just like a deep, dark water, carving out the valleys of my fate, Indifferent to my weeping, so cold and terrifyingly straight. [Chorus] I found the rules of the game far too late, when the winter years had already carved my face, Born in the quiet shadow of grace, yet grown to manhood in this heavy, stubborn blindness. But now, I rise like a phoenix from the wreckage of my own smoldering ash, Not to mourn the hollow ghost of what I was given in that distant, early morning, But to burn with a fierce, unholy brilliance whatever little time I have left to pass. Oh, I was born in the arms of grace. [Verse 2] The keepers of the law, the ones who held the map so tightly to their chest, They stayed silent in their high stone towers, leaving me to wander with the rest. Whether it was a twisted form of mercy or just the cold indifference of the wise, I cannot say, No, I can't say as I watch the memories of their faces fade away. For too long I built my life in the shadows of a game I was never meant to know, But the fire that breaks within my chest right now, as the illusion finally dies, Is the only light I’ll ever trust, the only harvest I will choose to sow. [Pre-Chorus] And time — it never waits for the heavy eyes that open just a little too slow, But what remains beneath the wreckage is entirely mine to claim, And in the quiet spaces of this broken heart, it still has room to grow. [Chorus] I found the rules of the game far too late, when the winter years had already carved my face, Born in the quiet shadow of grace, yet grown to manhood in this heavy, stubborn blindness. But now, I rise like a phoenix from the wreckage of my own smoldering ash, Not to mourn the hollow ghost of what I was given in that distant, early morning, But to burn with a fierce, unholy brilliance whatever little time I have left to pass. Oh, I was born in the arms of grace. [Bridge] I am not the sum of the wasted years that I left bleeding on the floor, I am not the ghost of the broken maps that never led me to your door. I am the fierce and beautiful remainder when the world has exacted its price, I am the stubborn, breathing thing that survived when everything burned to ice. A wild, unguided fire that finally knows its designated hour, A brilliant, blinding dawn that came too slow, but arrives with total power. For the light that breaks across the frozen earth in the dead of winter Is the warmest, truest, most unforgiving light that I will ever know. [explosion and few seconds of build up] [Chorus - full power rage anger] I found the rules of the game far too late, when the winter years had already carved my face, Born in the quiet shadow of grace, yet grown to manhood in this heavy, stubborn blindness. But now, I rise like a phoenix from the wreckage of my own smoldering ash, Not to mourn the hollow ghost of what I was given in that distant, early morning, But to burn with a fierce, unholy brilliance whatever little time I have left to pass. Oh, I was born in the arms of grace.
