

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1 ) Hello to you, my old friend. For divine timing—let this be mine. May I sleep without feeling so restless. We are so close now to setting this fire, to stop being pulled by the tide and speak the weight from my shoulders. (Pre-Chorus) I’ve got angels pacing on the borderline whispering to me, may this be the time. (Chorus) I claim myself as I am becoming. I am the dream and the discipline. I am the depth and the direction. I am the dark that knows, and the light that builds. I walk as a woman who reaches through space and time. I am the vision, I am the action, and this is mine. I will not shrink my power to preserve my mystery. I will not abandon my mystery to appear powerful. I am both. (Verse 2) This is the apex of the hero. The operation in my blood. The reason I lived through those many nights. Reveal the purpose— the reason I’m like this. It’s time to come out. It’s time for my purpose. This is my grateful sacrifice: the gift of my body, the peace of my life. (Chorus) I claim myself as I am becoming. I am the dream and the discipline. I am the depth and the direction. I am the dark that knows, and the light that builds. I am both. (Verse 3) Haunt me through these fingertips, the breath of the masters across my lips. From the ache in my arms, be your will until I can no longer hold a brush. May they see through me until the day I go blind. And I’ll pay my toll with my work. (Bridge) To be what I am. And my promise to you is this: I’ll do the best I can. My gift is my undying devotion— dedication and tenacity enough to be foolish. Early mornings. Late nights. The glow of peace in my heart, my mind brought to silence. (Breakdown) To be what I am. To reach my birthright. To walk with archangels. until this form can no longer carry me. As is my purpose. As is the life that you gave to me. Let’s try, even if it costs me— may it be the death of me. (Final Build) This isn’t magic. It is the intention that has always been my shadow— walking with me, living in my blood, whispering from my first to my last breath. This is my reason. (Final Chorus) I claim myself as I am becoming. I am the dream and the discipline. I am the depth and the direction. I am the dark that knows, and the light that builds. I walk as a woman who creates worlds— through vision, through action, through devotion. I will not shrink my power to preserve my mystery. I will not abandon my mystery to appear powerful. I am both. (Outro) No wonder it aches. No wonder my fingers quake. I am a creature born reaching— through space and time, passing through the colors of the universe, etched into history. Because that’s what it means to be born a painter. They knew it. And I know it. It has always lived in my bones. The images on this page are my story and my destiny.
Tags
Fast tempo, Rock, metal, violin, mythical, bass, piano, alto singer In this moment, sleep token, Breaking Benjamin
6:05
No
1/16/2026