[Intro - Acoustic guitar, synth swell, heartbeat pulse. Massive children's choir enters humming a grand, melancholic melody.]
[Verse 1]
[Vocal - Ethereal, clear female voice, vulnerable and close]
We’re born in card castles that our elders built high,
Chained to our bloodlines, left choking to sigh.
Look at the faces who force you to follow their lead:
People who love you, but write your story in their own words instead.
[Children's choir softly chants behind her]
They kept repeating: "Be like us, bend your spine, serve our hosts."
But your laughter was too loud for their dark, borrowed halls,
And their rules couldn't track where your soul actually falls.
[Verse 2]
[Tension builds. Gritty guitar, rising strings. Choir grows louder]
So you refused to take a role in their pathetic play.
You dared the blasphemy: sorting through memories, throwing them away,
Leaving the table of make-believe to finally stray.
[Crescendo builds]
You burned the old scripts to ash, let the cold wind wash the stain.
[Choir takes the lead with raw intensity]
It hurt, it bled, but the storm washed clean everything you shed.
Look at your hands now—they no longer look like what you've inherited.
[Chorus]
[Beat explodes. Driving, anthemic rhythm. Choir is front and center with fierce energy]
Look at the skin of your knuckles: there is nothing left, it’s all gone.
Look at your bare skin: it's a border they can no longer cross.
This open space is the stronghold you won from your loss.
You left the bitter suitcase behind, gave everything back to yesterday.
You leave stark naked if you must, but you leave sovereign anyway!
[Verse 3]
[Driving rhythm continues. Choir chants the back half of each line]
That’s where your real family shows, (beyond blood!) no strings attached.
You chose your pack in the mud, through sleepless nights unmatched:
[Voice and choir blend in a powerful crescendo]
Brothers of gut and bone, who pull you up when the world goes cold.
You don’t need a bulletproof vest where your spirit takes flight, bold.
[Bridge]
[Drums drop out. Vast, lush orchestral space. Choir sings completely alone first]
Losing it all to understand that nothingness is the most beautiful thing.
[Female lead joins as strings reach a piercing, emotional peak]
Losing it all to understand that you are the spark of your own awakening.
Everything can change... everything will change again.
[Chorus]
[Beat thunders back. Wall of sound: choir and female voice in triumphant unison]
Look at the skin of your knuckles: there is nothing left, it’s all gone.
Look at your bare skin: it's a border they can no longer cross.
This open space is the stronghold you won from your loss.
You left the bitter suitcase behind, gave everything back to yesterday.
You leave stark naked if you must, but you leave sovereign anyway!
[Outro]
[Instruments drop out. heartbeat pulse. Voice and choir speak-sing, raw and close]
The magic thing when you’ve got nothing left to lose,
Is that you become dangerous
Mcz