Intro
I didn’t fall.
I descended.
By choice or by gravity—
doesn’t matter.
I met the rot in the roots
and made it speak.
I made it sing.
I made it mine.
Verse 1
I was raised on the edge of a whisper,
Where the saints wore masks and the sinners told truth.
Where love came with ledger lines,
And silence was safer than proof.
I learned to lie with my eyes open,
To smile while my soul starved.
They called it strength.
I called it surviving.
But I was a blade in the belly of a sleeping god,
Waiting to be drawn.
Chorus
etched in ash and bone.
I walked through every fire just to come home.
Not clean. Not cured.
But crowned in my own name.
Emerge. Evolve.
Verse 2
I kissed gluttony on the mouth—
She tasted like mother’s milk and morphine.
Told me I was too much,
Then begged for more.
I let her hollow me.
Let her fill me.
Let her teach me the difference.
Between hunger and need.
Between craving and calling.
Verse 3
Pride wore my face in the mirror.
Said, “You’re the storm, not the wreckage.”
But I was both.
I was the scream and the silence after.
I was the blade and the blood.
I was the prayer and the blasphemy.
And when I finally broke—
I didn’t shatter.
I molted.
Chorus
say it like a spell.
I bled through the veil and I built my shell.
Not fallen. Not flawless.
Just forged.
Emerge. Evolve.
Outro Verse
Now I walk with ghosts who remember my name.
Not to haunt me—
To honor me.
I am the echo of every no I swallowed.
The hymn of every yes I screamed in secret.
I am not healed.
I am holy.
Not because I rose—
But because I stayed.
Because I stayed.
And still chose light.
