[Verse 1] Cold studio, buzzing skin Needle hums, it pulls me in Every line a quiet claim On a body you can’t rename You see colors, you see art I see maps beneath the scars Every mark a chosen truth Written deeper than your rules [Pre-Chorus] You tried to tell me what to be I turned your words to geometry [Chorus – hypnotic, steady] Ink and iron, skin and will Every line is louder still Not for you to read or own This is language carved in bone No permission, no defense Every mark is evidence I decide what I become— Not your silence, not your sum [Verse 2] You called it “too much”, “too extreme” Said it ruined something clean But I was never yours to frame Never meant to stay the same Lines that bend and lines that break Every choice I get to make Not rebellion just for show— It’s the only way I know [Pre-Chorus] Your narrow lines don’t fit my skin So I redraw them from within [Chorus] Ink and iron, skin and will Every line is louder still Not for you to read or own This is language carved in bone No permission, no defense Every mark is evidence I decide what I become— Not your silence, not your sum [Bridge – minimal, spoken edge] Not decoration. Not for your approval. Not a phase. Not removable. [Build – tension rising] Every stare, every doubt Fades the moment I step out Every label that you gave Turned to lines I overwrite [Final Chorus – fuller, more force] Ink and iron, skin and will Every line cuts deeper still You don’t get to name my form I was never yours to norm No permission, no defense Every mark is evidence I define what I become— I’m the fire, not the sum [Outro – dry, controlled] Read it wrong— It’s still mine.
