Murals And Dust In The IE
burning circles of fire carved out who I am, fury that awakens mercy finally ends. If the night comes to provoke me i stay solid always forged till the end — I was born to stand … 10 toes down I was born to ascend. but i took a fall I’m the child of the silence that appeared If the demon tries to plot me shattering the mirror With my spirit in shadows and my soul to persevere, I’m the voice inside the Darkness that refuses to fade clear i was born where fear consumes and the moon thatll never rest where the neighborhood will judge you and the shadows crown your chest. I grew up watching time devour every brave one in its path , and learned only the aware survive the chaos and the wrath. By seven I was carrying invisible incisions, demons on my shoulders whispering that its twisted But I kept on moving forward , never folding to the blaze , with my heartbeat turning fire and my eyes a burning blaze .At thirteen made a pact with my spirit worn and torn : “I won’t melt even if life hunts me down before the dawn.” And the wind replied with thunder like a warning from below, as if the underworld has spoken listening to hear me grow. VERSE 2 I grew up in the streets of sacrifice , with the burning in my chest the strongest of the wrongest where the echo of the right tells you what you’re doing wrong. Every corner was a temple where the fear became the priest, and the night a living scripture writing pain that never ceased to end I lit candles in the silence just to chase what was within but the flame kept flickering , “what you fear is what you see.” And I learned there’s no incantation that can cleanse others of their sin what i have survived, only souls that keep slippin when they’re barely alive. Now my shadows are my soldiers leaving me in camond with the chains they used to be, they awaken when the danger tries to rise inside of me. I’m the thunder in the darkness, I’m the force that never bends, I’m the soul inside the ritual… that falls but rises again. If the night decides to claim me, let it find me standing tall, with the fire in my vision and my spirit through it all. I wasn’t born to be holy or to live behind a wall… I was born to break the cycle … and return to never fall. burning all these demons putting glaciers in their head ice on the tounge leave em frozen from within putting out their fire my cold heart they cant come in i was forged with the fire till i became Ice cold steel the
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burning circles of fire carved out who I am, fury that awakens mercy finally ends. If the night comes to provoke me i stay solid always forged till the end — I was born to stand … 10 toes down I was born to ascend. but i took a fall I’m the child of the silence that appeared If the demon tries to plot me shattering the mirror With my spirit in shadows and my soul to persevere, I’m the voice inside the Darkness that refuses to fade clear i was born where fear consumes and the moon thatll never rest where the neighborhood will judge you and the shadows crown your chest. I grew up watching time devour every brave one in its path , and learned only the aware survive the chaos and the wrath. By seven I was carrying invisible incisions, demons on my shoulders whispering that its twisted But I kept on moving forward , never folding to the blaze , with my heartbeat turning fire and my eyes a burning blaze .At thirteen made a pact with my spirit worn and torn : “I won’t melt even if life hunts me down before the dawn.” And the wind replied with thunder like a warning from below, as if the underworld has spoken listening to hear me grow. VERSE 2 I grew up in the streets of sacrifice , with the burning in my chest the strongest of the wrongest where the echo of the right tells you what you’re doing wrong. Every corner was a temple where the fear became the priest, and the night a living scripture writing pain that never ceased to end I lit candles in the silence just to chase what was within but the flame kept flickering , “what you fear is what you see.” And I learned there’s no incantation that can cleanse others of their sin what i have survived, only souls that keep slippin when they’re barely alive. Now my shadows are my soldiers leaving me in camond with the chains they used to be, they awaken when the danger tries to rise inside of me. I’m the thunder in the darkness, I’m the force that never bends, I’m the soul inside the ritual… that falls but rises again. If the night decides to claim me, let it find me standing tall, with the fire in my vision and my spirit through it all. I wasn’t born to be holy or to live behind a wall… I was born to break the cycle … and return to never fall. burning all these demons putting glaciers in their head ice on the tounge leave em frozen from within putting out their fire my cold heart they cant come in i was forged with the fire till i became Ice cold steel the
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