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.