[Verse 1] I gave everything honestly- not halfway, not safely, not with conditions. I showed up tired, showed up broken, showed up when I shouldβve walked away. I swallowed words to keep the peace, told myself silence was maturity. Every time I said βitβs fine,β something in me learned a new way to shut up. I believed effort would be seen. That love kept score. That if I bled long enough, someone would notice the floor was wet. They didnβt. They stepped around it. So I learned the difference between being strong, and being used to pain. [Pre-Chorus] I didnβt rise. I didnβt fall. I stayed, and paid for it. [Chorus] This is what endures. Not the scream. Not the scar. Just the shape I kept when everything burned. This is what endures- Deus Furor Machina, built from what remained, the part of me that wouldnβt die. [Verse 2] After the sirens, nobody came back. No closure. No follow-up. No βare you okay?β Just quiet so loud, it started filling my chest. They said time would fix it, Time just gave it room. Room to replay every sentence, every moment I shouldβve left sooner. I learned how easy it is to disappear while still breathing. How you can be present every day and still feel like an afterthought. So I cut the hope. Cut the reaching. Cut the need to be understood. If no oneβs listening, you stop explaining yourself. [Pre-Chorus 2] I donβt ask what comes next. Iβve already survived what was supposed to end me. [Chorus 2] This is what endures. Not belief. Not fear. Just the weight I finally stopped denying. This is what endures- Deus Furor Machina, hardened by the years, still breathing, when nothing else stayed. [Bridge] Strip it down. No comfort. No rescue. Strip it down. No disguise. What survived was never gentle. [Verse 3] What survived was never who I was before everything went quiet. It was what stayed awake at night counting reasons not to disappear. The part that knew no one was coming to save me and didnβt romanticize that fact. Just accepted it. No war tonight- just the discipline to stay alive. Not for hope. Not for peace. Not for anyone watching. I donβt carry ghosts. I carry memories that didnβt ask permission, that still show up uninvited, that never apologized. [Breakdown] No rescue. No meaning. No one coming back. Still here. Still breathing. Still intact. Count the nights. Count the cost. Donβt give up. [Verse 4] I donβt believe things happen for a reason, I believe they happen, thatβs it. Meaning is something you build, after the damage is done. I donβt wake up looking for purpose, I wake up because I did yesterday. Some days thatβs all there is, and Iβve stopped pretending it needs to be more. I donβt expect peace. I donβt expect relief. I expect gravity. I expect time. I expect myself to keep going without asking if itβs worth it. If this is all there is, then this is enough. Not because itβs good- because itβs real, and Iβm still here to meet it. [Final Chorus] This is what endures. Not the fight. Not the win. Just the fact Iβm still standing. This is what endures- Deus Furor Machina, fire under control. I didnβt heal. I held together. [Outro] I donβt glow. I donβt fade. I remain because leaving wasnβt an option.
