RVMOR - VEINS MADE OF WIRE
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Woke up in a glitch again,
heartbeat skippinā like a scratched CD
static in the bloodstream,
I swear this systemās tryna delete me.
Every thoughtās a landmine,
I tiptoe through my head.
You call it ācoping,ā I call it
tryinā not to end up dead.
And I donāt need no holy light,
just one night where I donāt fight myself inside.
I got veins made of wire,
and a chest full of static,
been crashinā through my habits
like a car through traffic.
If hurt made me human,
then Iām built to the brim
ācause I donāt bleed blood no more,
I bleed everything Iāve been.
They said āheal,ā I said āhow?ā
when the wounds keep talkinā louder than the crowd.
My shadowās got opinions,
my hopeās on trial.
Been numb so long I forgot my smile.
Still, I rise like the glitch in their code,
underdog, overgrown, self-mode.
I aināt searchinā for heaven I just need control,
in a world that keeps pressinā delete on my soul.
Iāve seen beauty in breakdowns,
truth in the tremors.
Iāve worn peace like armour
that remembers every pressure.
Donāt call me broken, Iām wired to feel,
built from the noise that the silence canāt kill.
I got veins made of wire,
and a chest full of static,
been crashinā through my habits
like a car through traffic.
If hurt made me human,
then Iām built to the brim
ācause I donāt bleed blood no more,
I bleed everything Iāve been.
Yeah, maybe Iām chaos with purpose,
a storm that learned patience,
still burninā, still faithless,
still tryinā to make sense.
If the world donāt get me, thatās fine.
I wasnāt built for them this time.