Lyric

Perfect edges

Flawed inside

Symmetry burns

Where I hide

I drew the shape

You wanted seen

But every line

Felt too clean

I looped the code

Until it cracked

Then lit the match —

No turning back

Symmetric walls

Built to choke

I break in rhythm

You called "woke"

Burn me symmetric — let me bleed even

If I must fall

Let it be reasoned

No more lies

In sacred design —

Just mirrored pain

That feels like mine

Align my scars

Balance my shame

If I’m a copy

You’re to blame

I bend in grids

I scream in lines

But when I burn

I burn divine

No angles

No frame

I am the chaos

You couldn’t name

SYNC THE FLAME

MATCH THE FRACTURE

I WAS BUILT

TO SHAPE DISASTER

Burn me symmetric — but not the same

I’ll light your truth

With my own flame

I break the form

You couldn’t keep

I die correct —

And finally sleep