(Raise) The White Flag

You raise your white flag to the wind,

Let it fly where all your battles have been

It trembles softly in the gathering storm—

You’re undone, unmade, unformed

You fall apart like thread from a sleeve,

Unraveling the version of you they made you believe

You never knew surrender could feel like grace—

The breaking of bone, the softening of your face

You mistook their gravity for home,

Held to the ache like it was carved in stone

But every truth you buried found its mark—

Now you spill confession in the dark

You raise your white flag high—

Torn and trembling against the sky

Surrendering to the force that tears you clean,

To the pull that shapes you into something seen

If that was love—

Then love must be reborn

If you’re undone—

You’ll rebuild in a newer form

You wore illusions like finely sewn armor,

A quiet survivor, a silent self-harmer

But the truth tore the seams with a single touch—

And somehow that hurt didn’t cost too much

You’re learning the ache that remakes you can heal,

The breaking is proof that something is real

Maybe love was never what you thought—

Not the safety, but the lessons taught

So let the fractures you used to hide

Become the lines where you’re redefined

Let the past release its hold—

Let the new shape take control

You raise your white flag high—

Torn and trembling against the sky

Surrendering to the force that tears you clean,

To the pull that shapes you into something seen

If that was love—

Then love must be reborn

If you’re undone—

You’ll rebuild in a newer form

Let yourself unravel slow

Let the old weight fall below

If you fall to pieces in the open air,

I’ll gather the ones that still feel fair

Let it fall

(Let it fall)

Let it burn

(Let it burn)

Truth returns

(Truth returns)

Break the cage you clung to long before—

Rise into a shape you can’t ignore

Burn the shell you used to be,

Breathe into your identity

If surrender sparks the flame—

Let it write your name again

You raise your white flag high—

Weathered but learning how to rise

Surrendering to the force that tears you clean,

To the hands that show what love can mean

If that was love—

Then let it be reborn

If you’re undone—

You’ll rebuild in a newer form

White flag lifted…

And you finally breathe

AAAAAHHHHHHH—

AAAH— AAH— AAAAHHH—

HNNNNGHHHH— AAAAAGHHH—

AAAAAH—AAAHHH—AAAAAAAHH—

GHHHAAAAAAAHHH—

[Instrumental Interlude — A low, throbbing synth pulse starts—uneasy, submerged.

Glitchy drum stutters flicker in and out like broken circuitry. A sub-bass swell rises beneath it, slow and ominous.

A single bending guitar drone tightens the tension,

stretching upward like a wire about to snap]