[Intro – Spoken Word | minimal piano + ambient static] I was Atlas with a backpack full of black static… Planet on my spine… panic automatic… ⸻ [Verse 1 – Fast, rhythmic, internal rhyme heavy] I was Atlas with a backpack full of black static Planet on my spine, fine—panic automatic Thoughts ricochet, pinball in a glass attic Every echo dramatic, acrobatic, asthmatic Kept it zipped in the ribcage vault Salt in the wound but I called it my fault “Don’t say it out loud,” that was the cult Built on a whisper and a default halt ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Building intensity] Tried to gift-wrap grief, hand it off to the dead “Here ghosts, hold this weight in my head” But silence grows teeth when it isn’t fed And the dark gets loud when you lie in bed ⸻ [Chorus – Melodic, anthemic release] You are not your past You outlast You are not the wreckage that the storm has cast When the pressure peaks and the sky goes black You bend—but you don’t crack You are not your past ⸻ [Verse 2 – Rapid flow, sharper percussion] Countless nights with a ceiling fan sermon Spinning like a question mark asking who’s certain If I slipped off the edge of the version I’m workin’ Would the room even notice the curtain? Then a beat cut through like a lighthouse flare Somebody out there said, “Yeah, I care.” Said, “You are not the bruise you wear, You are not despair.” ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2 – Quieter, intimate] When the future shrank to the size of my past And I thought I was fading fast A voice in the static snapped back fast— “You are not what happened. You outlast.” ⸻ [Verse 3 – Fastest flow, momentum shift upward] Now I catalogue scars like constellations Mapped out pain into navigations Turned breakdowns into revelations Built new bones from devastations Used to think I was cracked porcelain Now I see I’m forged in the furnace wind Every fracture let the light get in That’s how the comeback begins I was sinking in a self-made cell Now I’m ringing like a fire alarm bell If the storm’s gonna come, then let it swell— I’ve survived my own private hell ⸻ [Final Chorus – Bigger, layered vocals] You are not your past You outlast You are not the wreckage that the storm has cast When the thunder rolls and the sky goes dark You are stronger than the spark You are not your past ⸻ [Outro – Spoken Word, calm resolve] Now I lie in my bed, heat in the sheets Storm still hums—but it’s under my feet I don’t drown in the thunder anymore I conduct the beat.
