[Intro – Whispered / Growled]
Soul laid bare… scars in the air…
Gifted, cursed — I was forged in despair.
[Verse 1]
Born with a fire that burned through my veins,
High mind, sharp wit, but still shackled in chains.
They called me gifted, but the gift cut deep,
Burdened with shadows I could never keep.
Epileptic flashes, memories fade,
A brain wired different, in torment it’s made.
Cyst in my skull, scars carved in the air,
This is the weight of a soul laid bare.
[Hook – Growled Chant]
Gifted curse, yeah it cuts like a knife,
Twice-exceptional pain carved into my life.
Scars in my flesh, fire in my head,
I rise from the torment — I’m never dead.
[Verse 2]
You beat me black and blue, tried to make me a slave,
But I learned early on how the broken are made.
Brother’s fists rained down, thought my spirit would bend,
But I turned every strike to a weapon in the end.
Family turned cold, their love was a fist,
The warmth I craved was the pain I kissed.
Childhood stolen, innocence burned,
But from ashes and hell, a warrior returned.
[Hook – Growled Chant, Layered With Whispers]
Gifted curse, yeah it cuts like a knife,
Twice-exceptional pain carved into my life.
Scars in my flesh, fire in my head,
I rise from the torment — I’m never dead.
[Verse 3]
Locked in a cell, I walked with despair,
Alone with my demons, no comfort, no care.
Prison walls whispered, "You’ll rot in this pit,"
But I carved out my strength, I refused to submit.
Every day was a war, but I carried the flame,
Rage in my chest, but I mastered the game.
They thought I’d vanish, be lost in the hole,
But confinement just tempered the edge of my soul.
[Verse 4]
I crave what is wicked, I lust for the sin,
Dark women who bleed with the fire within.
Pleasure and pain are a prayer, a creed,
A hunger, a sickness, a desperate need.
But beneath the scars, my heart still beats true,
I bend, I don’t break, I push and come through.
In lust and in torment, in shadows I play,
But I still hear His voice — it shows me the way.
[Hook – Shouted / Growled]
Gifted curse, yeah it cuts like a knife,
Twice-exceptional pain carved into my life.
Scars in my flesh, fire in my head,
I rise from the torment — I’m never dead.
[Verse 5]
Twice-exceptional curse, twice-exceptional gift,
The burden is heavy but it gives me my lift.
IQ so high, yet my soul so torn,
Wisdom and trauma entwined since I’m born.
Asthma in lungs, but I fight for breath,
Seizures remind me I’ve danced with death.
I am contradiction, paradox, flame,
The broken, the brilliant — both wear my name.
[Verse 6 – Final Strike]
So I stand in the dark where the righteous won’t tread,
Guarding the living by walking with dead.
My scars are my scripture, my pain is my song,
I’ve been twisted and shattered, but still I belong.
Soul laid bare, nothing left to disguise,
The devil may tempt, but I see through his lies.
From trauma and torment, a warrior came,
Remember my story — remember my name.
Angry_Elf
