[Intro, Spoken hushed word] Context.: the parts of a discourse that surround a word or passage and can throw light on its meaning...... Light on it's meaning [Verse 1] A dice roll in ninety-two, a gamble on a name, A house built on fault lines, a moth drawn to a flame. That’s where the ink hit the page for the first time, The start of the story, the scene of the crime. [Verse 2] But the prologue was written in chemical haze, A father lost chasing the ghost of his days. My mother walked a wire of "what if" and when, Weighing a future that might never begin. But a rebel heartbeat started to pound, And pulled a new life from the lost and found. [Pre-Chorus] Don't come to me looking for a map to the sun, I'm still tracing the lines of what's been undone. The rulebook is fiction, the scales are all bent, And maybe that truth is the only one heaven-sent. [Chorus] I was a glitch in their code from the age of three, My heart learned a rhythm they couldn't decree. A fire inside they could never contain, Born to break free, born to weather the rain. Let the architects build their walls of control, They can't cage a mind and they can't own a soul. [Verse 3] The king of that castle had a volatile hand, And built me a prison in a desolate land. His words were the bars and his silence the stone, A masterclass lesson in being alone. But I found my escape in a handheld screen's light, With a contraband headset to conquer the night. In pixels and melodies, I’d drift away, Stockpiling strength for the following day. [Pre-Chorus] Don't come to me looking for a map to the sun, I'm still tracing the lines of what's been undone. The rulebook is fiction, the scales are all bent, And maybe that truth is the only one heaven-sent. [Chorus] I was a glitch in their code from the age of three, My heart learned a rhythm they couldn't decree. A fire inside they could never contain, Born to break free, born to weather the rain. Let the architects build their walls of control, They can't cage a mind and they can't own a soul. [Outro] This is just the first tremor before the ground breaks. The story's not over, for whatever it takes. I’m still standing.
