Black Halo Syndrome

Black halo tilt like a crown miswired

Saint in the front, but the back on fire

Static in my lungs, every breath barbed wire

Choir sing sweet but the pitch sound dire

Teeth grit hard when the bassline slam

Blood in the snare when the kick go bam

Faith got cracks like a broken dam

Now the flood run wild through the promised land

I don’t flinch when the sky collapse

I adapt where the angels snap

Every blessing came double-tapped

With a hidden blade in the aftermath

Pulse too fast, let the tempo surge

Rage in my ribs like it need purge

Every verse like a live-wire surge

I don’t pray — I emerge

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Black halo over my head

But the wings still shred

Hear the war drums spread

From the words I said

Every scar turn red

Every doubt misled

I don’t fall for heaven

I ascend instead

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Syndrome heavy, I weaponize pain

Turn trauma rhythm into campaign

March through fire in a bloodstain rain

No white flag in my domain

Choir glitch when the guitars grind

808 heartbeat outta my mind

Internal rhythm — razor tight

Every syllable strike on time

Mirror crack but I like that sound

Means the old me breaking down

Holy smoke when I hit that ground

Then I rise, unbound

Grace don’t live in a golden frame

It’s forged in heat, in the screaming flame

If the devil got a list of names

Tell him mine in bold, no shame

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Black halo over my head

Hear the anthem spread

Every lie you fed

Turn to fuel instead

Let the heavens dread

What the exile bred

I don’t crawl for mercy

I confront it head-on instead

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No savior — no silence

Just pressure and violence

The choir go quiet

When I move defiant

Ash in my veins

But I thrive in the blaze

You call it a curse

I call it awake

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Black halo over my head

Now the myth is dead

Every chain you threaded

Got shredded instead

Let the skyline dread

What the fallen said

I don’t chase redemption

I redefine it instead