Lyric

They told me silence was a sign of grace

But I sharpened it into a blade

Words like candles — all wax, no flame

So I carved my name in static rain

Glass on my tongue, I speak in sparks

A whisper born to leave a mark

Marching barefoot over maps

Drawn by those who fear collapse

I’m not noise, I’m a new equation

Built from ruins and detonation

Rewriting rules in ultraviolet ink

So loud you feel it when I don’t blink

I don’t shout — I rearrange

The ashes of the obvious into change

Don’t beg the old gods for permission

The sky was never their invention

We’re made from stardust, codes, and doubt

But still, we burn the silence out

I’m not lost, I’m uncontained

A question they could never name

The page you turn and never read

The crack beneath your perfect creed

I don’t rebel — I rearrange

The ashes of the obvious into change