Title: SPINEWIRE [Verse 1] Woke up with gravel in my teeth, Same four walls, same slow bleed. Clock on the wall says “do it again,” Backbend life just to not break in. Boot print living on the side of my pride, Smile on mute with a riot inside. I’ve been swallowing rust for days, Calling it “fine” while I rot in place. [Pre-Chorus] You say “breathe, it’s not that bad,” But you don’t hear the static that I have. [Chorus] I got wire in my spine, nails in my grin, Chain on my chest where the air should’ve been. If the world wants weight, I’ll drag that shit, But don’t act shocked when the faults all hit. I’m not your calm, I’m not your saint, I’m the crack in the frame that you painted as straight. If this life wants blood just to keep that spin, I’ll bite down hard and grind it in. [Verse 2] Treadmill hallway, fluorescent haze, Every new “fix” just another old cage. You preach “grind” like a holy hymn, But your god’s just greed in a tailored skin. I keep score in a notebook mind, Every small cut, every “you’ll be fine.” If I ever snap, it won’t be news— You can’t blame fire when you poured the fuse. [Pre-Chorus] You say “breathe, you’ll be okay,” But you don’t hear the wires when they fray. [Chorus] I got wire in my spine, nails in my grin, Chain on my chest where the air should’ve been. If the world wants weight, I’ll drag that shit, But don’t act shocked when the faults all hit. I’m not your calm, I’m not your saint, I’m the crack in the frame that you painted as straight. If this life wants blood just to keep that spin, I’ll bite down hard and grind it in. [Bridge] Strip me down to bone and bruise, You still won’t make me fit your use. I’m not your tool, I’m not your glue, I won’t hold up what’s breaking you. [Breakdown / Final Hook] Spinewire, pulled too tight, Teeth grit hard in the failing light. If it all caves in when I push back through, At least that wreck will look like truth. [Final Chorus] I got wire in my spine, nails in my grin, Chain on my chest where the air should’ve been. If the game needs blood just to say you win, I’ll walk off stage and turn that in. I’m not your calm, I’m not your saint, I’m the crack in the frame that you painted as straight. If this life wants blood just to keep that spin, I’ll bite down hard and grind it in.
