Static-Cut Halo

[Verse 1] Treading my path through this stormy weather, Forever freed from this thorny tether, Breathing light into your storm shelter, While the sky keeps screaming “don’t get better.” I walked through valleys stitched with static, Heart half holy, half erratic, Pain turned poetry automatic, Every scar became cinematic. You were hiding from the flood inside, Building walls where your fears reside, I kicked open doors with nowhere to hide, Just to stand there burning at your side. [Pre-Chorus] And the rain keeps carving names in the pavement, Every wound became part of the statement, I was forged in the dark for this placement, Now I move like a soul uncontainable. [Chorus] I’m the fire in the blackout night, The pulse when your world don’t feel right, I breathe gold through your fractured skies, Turn collapse into rebirth light. And I know these roads get cold together, But I was born for this stormy weather, No chains left on this restless soul, I broke the curse and I took control. [Verse 2] Thunder cracking like a courtroom sentence, People throwing stones from fenced-in fences, But I learned pain got diminishing senses, When your spirit grows beyond defenses. I carried ghosts in my denim jacket, Every loss tried hard to claim my habits, But the void got loud and I answered back with A heart so fierce it became a planet. Now I orbit through your darkest season, Giving broken minds a newer reason, You can hear redemption softly breathing, Even when the whole world’s barely breathing. [Breakdown] I won’t drown — Not in their doubt, not in this town, Not in the weight they keep throwing down. I rise up feral from underground, Teeth clenched tight while the sirens sound. I became lightning without permission, A cracked-out saint on a collision mission, Love and rage in equal condition, Built from grief and intuition. [Chorus] I’m the fire in the blackout night, The pulse when your world don’t feel right, I breathe gold through your fractured skies, Turn collapse into rebirth light. And I know these roads get cold together, But I was born for this stormy weather, No chains left on this restless soul, I broke the curse and I took control. [Outro] So if the flood comes climbing higher, And the heavens cough blackened fire, I’ll still stand there, soul unwired, A storm-worn ghost that never tires. Treading my path through this stormy weather, Forever freed from this thorny tether, Breathing light into your storm shelter… Until we both remember forever.