[Verse 1] [Whispered, erratic, syncopated] Static in the walls, yeah, it’s crawling in my skin Trace the patterns of the scars where the gravity begins Keep it quiet, keep it tight, let the oxygen escape I’m a prisoner of a shadow with a familiar shape One step, two step, tripping on the wire Fueling every second with a quiet kind of fire [Pre-Chorus] [Building tension, melodic but gritty] The walls are closing, the floor is shaking I’m over-counting every breath I’m taking It’s heavy, it’s hollow, it’s hard to swallow But I’m not the ghost that I used to follow [Chorus] [Explosive, distorted, anthemic] I’m forged in the friction of the crash! I’m the living proof of the fire and the ash! Strength is the trophy of the madness I survive The more you try to break me, the more I feel alive! [Verse 2] [Aggressive rap flow, staccato] Look at me now, look at the wreck I put the noose of the past right around its own neck You want the chaos? I live in the storm I took the trauma and made it a form Rhythmic, clinical, cynical, physical Turning the damage to something umbilical! [Chorus] [Explosive, soaring vocals] I’m forged in the friction of the crash! I’m the living proof of the fire and the ash! Strength is the trophy of the madness I survive The more you try to break me, the more I feel alive! [Bridge] [Chaotic, building volume] It didn’t kill me! It didn’t kill me! It only made the monster real! [Breakdown] [Heavy syncopation, guttural screams] DIG. DEEPER. Bury the weakness! FEEL. THE. COLD. I am the furnace! SURVIVE! SURVIVE! SURVIVE! [Outro] [Whispered, fading out] The madness... it’s mine now. I’m still here. [Sudden silence]
