LEGENDS IN MY LUNGS by Nbrannon77 - Zona

LEGENDS IN MY LUNGS by Nbrannon77 - Zona

Lyrics

I walk the skyline like a rumor,

shadows folded in my cape of doubt —

got the patience of a vigilante

when the world tries to hollow me out.

Some days I’m forged like a titan,

some days I’m hanging by a thread —

a mix of thunder, grit, and hope,

and the things the gods left unsaid.

I hear the echo of old Krypton

in the pressure on my chest,

trying to be a symbol

even when I’m nothing like the best.

But there’s fire in my lineage,

there’s lightning in my veins —

I carry storms like Mjölnir

every time I face the rain.

I’m not afraid of the chaos,

I walk through it like burning streets.

Just like heroes made in alleys,

I rise again on broken feet.

I’ve got legends in my lungs,

worlds colliding in my chest.

I drift through life like open worlds

with no map telling me what’s next.

From Gotham nights to shattered realms,

from Norse myth down to dust and guns —

I’m uncontained, undefined,

I’ve got legends in my lungs.

Caught between the God of War

and the ghosts of who I’ve been,

swinging past the city skyline

like the kid with the webs and the sins.

I feel Daredevil in my conscience,

every instinct sharp and loud —

hearing truth inside the silence

where the noise can’t drown me out.

I’ve wandered with Arthur Morgan,

just a drifter with a code,

learning life is made of choices

on the blood-stained, winding road.

And some nights feel like The Last of Us —

losing pieces, holding on —

but the hope I keep in sketchbooks

keeps me fighting ‘til the dawn.

I’m not afraid of the chaos,

it’s the canvas where I breathe.

Every myth, every moment

paints the story I believe.

I’ve got legends in my lungs,

worlds colliding in my chest.

I drift through life like open worlds

with no map telling me what’s next.

From Gotham nights to shattered realms,

from Norse myth down to dust and guns —

I’m uncontained, undefined,

I’ve got legends in my lungs.

I see the world like a panel,

every frame a hidden truth —

I ink the borders of existence

like the art I bleed into.

From Nightwing’s leap of faith

to the thunder god’s decree —

I’m the hero, I’m the villain,

I’m the force they couldn’t see.

“I’m drifting… but I’m awake.”

I’ve got legends in my lungs,

supernovas in my pulse.

I’m made of myths and broken halos,

all the stories left untold.

I walk through gods and outlaws both,

still learning how to rise again —

I drift but never disappear,

the legend’s carved beneath my skin.

Yeah… drifting like a wanderer

with a paint-stained, battle-born soul —

I live the stories that I draw

and let the universe take control.