Who said? Who said I was the casualty? Who said I was the piece that could be sacrificed? Look closer... The face you fear is the one I survived. Verse 1 They looked through a kaleidoscope, saw a thousand different me's. Never saw the war inside, only the pieces when they bleed. Every fracture told a story, every color hid a scar. They judged the broken image without asking who we are. I wore the face of torment, like armor on my skin. The world called it destruction... I called it where I'd been. They thought the shadow inside was something I had to kill. But that shadow learned my language, and it taught me iron will. Hook Who said I'm collateral? Who wrote my name in the damage? Who decided my existence was just a side effect of madness? I'm not the wreckage. I'm not the aftermath. I'm the storm that learned how to walk through the crash. Verse 2 This is psychological warfare, no soldiers, no lines drawn. Just mirrors fighting mirrors until the truth is gone. They attack the reflection, never question the glass. Blame the shattered pieces, never study the impact. The enemy wore my face, the battlefield was my mind. The darkest thing I discovered... was the strength I left behind. I stopped running from the shadow. I stopped fearing the flame. Because the thing they called my weakness was the thing that kept my name. Bridge The kaleidoscope turns... New patterns. New faces. New wars. But every broken color still belongs to the same soul. Final Hook Who said I'm collateral? Who said I was already lost? I was never just the damage. I was the one who paid the cost. The face of torment fades. The shadow learns to stand. The pieces come together... and the weapon becomes the hand.
