[Intro — whispered, layered with camera clicks]
Click… click…
Shutter sound, silver bite,
Try to cage me in the night.
Flashbulbs hunt, they want me trashed,
But I was born against the flash.
[Verse 1]
Sidewalk confessions in a stranger’s lens,
Every step I take, they sharpen pens.
Silver wolves with a neon pack,
But I’m not running — I bite back.
Neon veins, city bleeds on me,
They want a halo, I want to be free.
Cameras claw, they can’t trap my spark,
I’m the thunder dancing in the dark.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
They chase me down with plastic crowns,
Build me up just to tear me down.
But I’m not broken, I’m not ash,
I’m a silhouette against the flash.
[Chorus 1]
Against the flash, I won’t go blind,
Every headline’s just another line.
Strike the match, let the shutters clash —
I’m burning bright against the flash.
You want truth, you want trash,
Baby, I’m alive against the flash.
[Verse 2]
Windows scream when the bulbs ignite,
Catch my shadow, but miss my fight.
Every whisper feeds the flame,
But you can’t spell my real name.
Blurred in pixels, sold in ink,
You print a lie before I blink.
I’m the chaos you can’t frame,
The glitch inside your perfect game.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
They crown me sweet, then paint me wild,
Label me sinner, call me child.
But I don’t fold, I don’t crash —
I carve my face against the flash.
[Chorus 2]
Against the flash, I won’t go blind,
Every headline’s just another line.
Strike the match, let the shutters clash —
I’m burning bright against the flash.
You want truth, you want trash,
Baby, I’m alive against the flash.
[Bridge — stripped back, moody]
Click, click, frame me wrong,
I’ve been a headline all along.
Paper chains, they cut, they slash,
But I stand still against the flash.
[beat builds]
Write me scandal, write me sin,
But you’ll never cage the skin I’m in.
Call it chaos, call it clash —
I’m still burning against the flash.
[Breakdown — chant / crowd section]
[Whispered, layered]
Flash, flash, liar, liar,
Feed the dark, spark the fire.
Flash, flash, liar, liar,
Name in ink, lift me higher.
[Chorus 3 — bigger, key change]
Against the flash, I won’t go blind,
Every headline’s just another line.
Strike the match, let the shutters clash —
I’m burning bright against the flash.
You want proof? You want trash?
Baby, I’m alive against the flash.
[Outro — whispered, fading]
Click… click…
Silver storm, paper ash…
I was never made to crash.
Write your story, print it fast,
But I’ll always live against the flash.
TheDM
