Scars in the Static

[Verse 1]
I wore my shame like chainmail
Too heavy to move, too proud to fall
Kept my hands in the dark
And called it strength when I hit the wall
Salt on my tongue, old bruises
Names I gave myself in the rain
But the mirror never lied, babe
It knew my faults by name
[Pre-Chorus]
Still I stand
Still I breathe
Through the cracks
You can see
[Chorus]
I won't break, I won't fold
Not for the scars, not for the soul
I rise hard, I rise whole
My flaws are fire, not control
I won't break, I won't fold
I was made to carry more
[Verse 2]
I fed my ghosts at dinner
Let them sit where my hope should be
Every sin left a fingerprint
But it never got the best of me
I learned the low roads early
Every wrong turn taught me how
To turn my face toward morning
And drag my battered heart out loud
[Pre-Chorus]
Still I stand
Still I breathe
Through the cracks
You can see
[Chorus]
I won't break, I won't fold
Not for the scars, not for the soul
I rise hard, I rise whole
My flaws are fire, not control
I won't break, I won't fold
I was made to carry more
[Bridge]
If I fell, I fell forward
If I bled, I learned the shape
Of a hand that keeps on reaching
Of a name that still has grace
Break me open
I'll still sing
Stone by stone
I learn to begin
[Final Chorus]
I won't break, I won't fold
Not for the scars, not for the soul
I rise hard, I rise whole
My flaws are fire, not control
I won't break, I won't fold
I was made to carry more
I was made to carry more

Rock mixed with dubstep at a driving midtempo pulse, crunching palm-muted guitars over half-time drops and serrated synth bass. Verse rides tight drums and gritty riff stabs; pre-chorus strips to voice and toms, building with risers; chorus slams with huge chords, sub-bass hits, and gang shouts. Rough lead vocal with doubled hooks, octave lifts, and delay throws; reverse swells and glitch ticks between lines. Bright, punchy, and heavy., dubstep, rock