game sculptor - wreckage faster

[Verse 1] There once was a sculptor of war, Who taught me to open the door; I spun like a wheel, Made the shoulders all reel, And learned what a master is for. [Verse 2] I molded my mind out of clay, An apprentice who learned every day; With each careful chisel, I cut through the drizzle, And shaped all the thoughts I display. [Verse 3] “What’s a master?” the crowd wanted to know, “A servant who still lets it show.” I said, “It’s classic, Though the road can be drastic,” And the truth in that answer said, “Go.” [Verse 4] This life won’t stay still for too long, So I forge every weakness to strong; I sculpt what will last, Though the moment slips past, And I carry my art all along. [Pre-Chorus] I was taught how to stand, how to fight, How to sharpen the dark into light; From apprentice to guide, With the whole world outside, I kept carving my way through the night. [Chorus] Game sculptor, shape the soul, Turn the broken into whole; All you need to know about a master, Is he builds from the wreckage faster. Game sculptor, raise the flame, Every loss becomes a name; All you need to know about a master, Is he turns the pain to thunder after. [Verse 5] I done sculpted my own consciousness, First a student, then more, I confess; From the clay and the crash, I made purpose from ash, And refined every doubt I possessed. [Verse 6] A master can make his own shocks, Carve a rhythm that rattles the locks; When the world starts to shake, He’ll remake what will break, And keep time with the turning of clocks. [Bridge] This art of war ain’t made to last, So I hold to the lesson amassed; If the future comes hard, I’ll still shape the card, And let every old scar be recast. [Outro] This shit won’t last forever, This shit won’t last forever; But the sculptor remains, Through the loss and the strain, Making masters from pressure together.