Forge in the Rust

Steel wakes in the furnace

Hear the anvil breathe

Every strike a sentence

Spoken in heat

No prayer

No peace

Just pressure and time

I don’t break—

I get refined

Bite marks on my knuckles

Blood rust on the floor

Every scar a blueprint

Of what I’m fighting for

Breath tastes like iron

Jaw clenched through the shock

Pain shaping armor

Riveted in every knock

I was born in the crash

Turned the fracture into form

All my rage becoming resolve

Standing steady in the storm

You can throw me to the fire

I’ll come back with sharpened teeth

I make war into a promise

Make an oath out of the grief (yeah)

Glass ground in my footprints

Ash baked in my skin

I have carried every failure

Like a weight pinned within

Now the weight is a weapon

Every bruise

Every blow

Hammered into something brutal

Into something I control

I was born in the crash

Turned the fracture into form

All my rage becoming resolve

Standing steady in the storm

You can throw me to the fire

I’ll come back with sharpened teeth

I make war into a promise

Make an oath out of the grief

(hey)

Slow grind

Spine of steel

Let the pressure peel me clean

No mercy

Only reveal

What survives the cruel machine

Teeth in the fire

Eyes on the goal

Hate burns out

Leaves a core of coal

I don’t flinch at the sirens

I don’t kneel in the smoke

I’ve been bent past the breaking

Found the edge—then I broke

What was fear got melted

What was doubt got torn

I was cut from the fallout

Recast violent and born

Every loss left a lesson

Every scar left a map

I don’t carry the past now

I strap it tight on my back

I don’t ask for forgiveness

I don’t beg for relief

I was built in the damage

Now the damage is me

I was born in the crash

Turned the fracture into form

All my rage becoming resolve

Standing steady in the storm

You can throw me to the fire

I’ll come back with sharpened teeth

I make war into a promise

Make an oath out of the grief

Let it burn if it has to

Let it strip me bare

If the fire takes everything

I’ll still be standing there

No ash without meaning

No pain without truth

I didn’t survive the fire—

I was forged by it too