The Devil I Fed

I built my home inside the wreckage,

Called it peace but lived in panic.

Every mirror showed a stranger,

Every heartbeat screamed “abandon.” I let the darkness wear my skin,

Mistook the silence for a friend.

Now the walls are closing in— This is where I make it

end. {soft clean guitar arpeggios with violin melody swells}

You can hear the thunder in my chest,

Every breath defies the emptiness.

I won’t be another casualty… I refuse to rest in misery.

{building intensity with

rising violin} I won’t become the devil I fed,

I won’t let hatred fill my head.

Even if the sky comes crashing down,

I’ll wear these scars instead of your crown.

You tried to bury who I am,

But roots grow deeper through the sand.

I’m still standing, I’m not dead— I won’t become the devil I

fed. {full band heavy drop with melodic

leads} I’ve seen heaven through a shattered lens,

Watched hope disappear again.

But every fall became a lesson,

Every wound became a weapon.

No more kneeling to regret,

No more drowning in the past.

If this world forgets my name,

My echo still will last.

{soft verses return with violin}

You wanted silence… Here’s your war!

I ripped the fear out of my lungs!

Turned the pain into a song!

Brick by brick! Bone by bone!

I built a kingdom of my own!

You can’t erase me!

You can’t replace me!

This is the sound… OF SURVIVAL!

{intense breakdown with

violin stabs} I won’t become the devil I fed,

I’ll let the fire burn instead.

Every scar is proof I lived,

Every breath another gift.

When the final curtain falls,

I’ll be standing through it all.

This isn’t where my story ends… This is where I rise again.

{soaring final chorus with violin climax} {rising violin and guitar fade with

heavy bass sustain}