deep, gravelly, spoken like a curse I was not born to be gentle. I came through blood, and stayed for silence. My father died with iron in his hands — I took the same weight into mine. low, baritone, steady and grounded} I built a house from broken swords, Hung my shame on rusted doors. My name is carved in gunmetal grey, I sleep in boots, I don’t kneel to pray. intense, rasped with restraint} My voice ain’t song — it’s gravel and oath. It won’t float. It won’t beg. It won’t break. shouted, rock-infused I buried my name in stone! Not one tear, not one bone! I walk where the wolves won’t go I scream where the sky says no! lower again, like a spoken confession} You want angels? I met devils at the edge of sleep. They wore suits. They smiled. They gave me a pen and said, sign here. final chorus, broken, powerful} I buried my name in stone… Wrote it with spit, with ash, alone. No choir followed, no light above — Just boots, and dust, and broken love. outro, whisper, like smoke from a dying fire} So if you hear me… Let the stone stay untouched. Let the name fade. Let the voice remain.
