Built to rise and built to drown.The mind that runs while the world sleeps.
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The hunger that survives every satisfaction. The thing beneath the skin that couldn't be named, couldn't be tamed, couldn't be left behind.
Some things don't have an off switch.
You tried to quiet it once. It came back louder.
Built to rise. Built to drown. Built to keep going anyway.
This is all I am.
And I wouldn't trade it.
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Lyircs :
Born with eyes that couldn't close,
mind that burned wherever it goes.
Other men slept through the night,
I was counting dying light.

Something lived beneath my skin,
something restless, something thin.
Couldn't name it, couldn't tame it,
couldn't leave it, couldn't claim it.

They said slow down, find your rest,
they said quiet beats the chest.
I said this is how I breathe,
this is all I know to be.

It's a cursed gift and I know it,
burn too bright and I still show it.
Can't turn off and can't slow down,
built to rise and built to drown.

It's a cursed gift, both at once,
every blessing bears its front.
Wouldn't trade it, can't escape it,
this is what I'm made of.

Rooms feel small when the mind runs wide,
no peace left on the inside.
Every quiet turns to sound,
every silence spins around.

Tried to rest it, made it worse,
tried to fight it, felt the curse.
So I fed it, let it lead,
let the hunger plant its seed.

They said slow down, find your rest,
they said quiet beats the chest.
I said this is how I breathe,
this is all I know to be.

It's a cursed gift and I own it,
every scar and I still show it.
Can't turn off and can't slow down,
built to rise and built to drown.

It's a cursed gift, this is me,
this is all I'll ever be.
Wouldn't trade it, can't escape it,
this is what I'm made of.

Not a wound. Not a war.
Just the shape of what I'm for.
Not a burden. Not a crown.
Just the thing that won't lie down.

I am not the same,
I would not change a thing.

It's a cursed gift and I carry it,
every darkness I declare it.
Can't turn off and can't slow down,
built to rise and built to drown.

It's a cursed gift, still I stand,
fire burning in each hand.
Wouldn't trade it, can't escape it,
this is what I'm made of.



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