Ash on my boots, scars on my name,Walkingâ through the wreckage like I lit the whole place.Heartbeat hittinâ like a w*r drum call,Every step I take, Iâm ready to fallâBut I donât break, nah, I burn through it all.
Stitched-up skin, crooked grin,Another r**t rising under my grin.Got nothinâ left to lose but the chains I cutâAnd I ainât ever lookinâ back, not even once.
This is my blue flame r**tâTurn it up, let the whole world try it.I burn loud, I burn wild,Chaos is my lullaby child.If the past never dies, then neither do IâI rise from the fire every damn time.
Ghosts of what I was keep scratchinâ at the door,But I donât hear âem anymoreâIâm too loud, too hot, too forged in pain,A walking funeral pyre with a hero's last name.A curse, a spark, a living sinâAnd still I smile with this stapled-in grin.
Whether you spend today laughing or crying,
tomorrow will come just the same.
In which caseâ
we should laugh
Let it burn, let it roar, let the truth ignite,I was never meant to fit their black-and-white.Let the system crumble under my stride,I'm the fire they feared and tried to hide.
This is my blue flame r**tâCome close if you think you can survive it.I burn loud, I burn wild,Chaos is my lullaby child.If the past never dies, then neither do IâCarved in flame, I refuse to die.
Blue embers fall like dying stars,I walk through the smoke, owning every scar.Not a hero, not a villainâjust alive,A r**t in motion, a flame that wonât die.
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