[Intro] Hey! Is that clear? Hey! Is that damn clear? [Verse 1] I kept every page with the coffee-ring stains Every rough little demo, every crooked refrain I bled on the hours, put my name in the grain Built a house out of sound, now you want it to change You can move the goalposts, redraw every sign But you don't get the years that were already mine I carried these songs through the wreckage and rain No borrowed crown can erase my claim [Pre-Chorus] I wrote them with my hands I raised them from the dust You can change the rules again But you can't change who I trust [Chorus] These are my songs, my blood, my fire My broken truth, my live-wire choir Say it loud till the walls all shake: My work, my name, my choice to make Is that clear? Is that damn clear? No one owns what I built in here These are my songs, and I won't disappear [Verse 2] September is closing, the deadline is near Another locked door dressed up as fear They tell me to hurry, they tell me to bend Like the story of mine is theirs to amend But I know every heartbeat, each crack in the frame The late-night piano, the hunger, the flame If I have to defend every note that I made I'll stand in the doorway and never be swayed [Pre-Chorus] I wrote them with my hands I carried every scar You can change the rules again You can't tell me who they are [Chorus] These are my songs, my blood, my fire My broken truth, my live-wire choir Say it loud till the walls all shake: My work, my name, my choice to make Is that clear? Is that damn clear? No one owns what I built in here These are my songs, and I won't disappear [Bridge] If the whole machine goes cold tonight I still have the words, I still have the fight If the paper burns and the gates come down I will sing them back from the underground [Chant] My songs! My name! My work! My flame! My songs! My name! No one takes what I came to claim! [Breakdown] I love every failure I love every scar I love what I made For exactly what they are So ask me again Go on, ask me again Did I make this? Yes, I did! Will I give it up? No, I won't! Is that clear? Is that damn clear? [Final Chorus] These are my songs, my blood, my fire My broken truth, my live-wire choir Say it loud till the whole world wakes: My work, my name, my choice to make Is that clear? Is that damn clear? No one owns what I built in here These are my songs, and I won't disappear [Outro] My songs! My name! My work! My flame! I wrote them! I own them! And I will keep them! Is that clear?
