The Rusted Anchor
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@Jose Antonio Carvajal
The Rusted Anchor
v4
@Jose Antonio Carvajal
Dalszöveg
[Verse 1]
I spent a thousand sunrises choking down the dust you left behind. A silent, screaming hostage to the broken blueprints of my mind. You were the easy comfort, a shadow that could numb the ache, But every gentle whisper was a promise that you'd break. Yeah, you built a gilded cage and taught me how to praise the lock, But the sickness in my bones is finally learning how to knock. I don't need a savior, I need a wrecking ball, To take down the temple where I let myself fall.
[Pre-Chorus]
I hear the echo now, the phantom limb that aches, But this time, I won't run from the hell I have to face. I'm peeling off the mask, I'm burning every lie, THIS IS WHERE THE OLD ME DIES!
[Chorus]
I AM THE WOUND THAT REFUSED TO STAY CLOSED! The story you wrote is being ripped from the spine, 'Cause the rusted anchor is getting cut from the line. You were the poison, but I'm the cure that's kicking in! I'M NOT A VICTIM, I'M THE FIRE FROM THE ASHES! Every scar on my skin is a battle I was forced to win. Look me in the eyes—I'M ALIVE, AND YOU DON'T GET TO WATCH ME DIE.
[Verse 2]
I see the vacant stare in the mirror I once knew, A hollow silhouette that I kept running back into. You told me I was worthless, that the fight was all in vain, That freedom was a privilege I could never truly gain. But I found a new horizon in the wreckage and the strain, And I washed your wicked wisdom clean with the falling rain. I stood up from the darkness, though my body felt the weight, And screamed one final answer: I CONTROL MY FATE.
[Pre-Chorus]
I hear the echo now, the phantom limb that aches, But this time, I won't run from the hell I have to face. I'm peeling off the mask, I'm burning every lie, THIS IS WHERE THE OLD ME DIES!
[Chorus
I AM THE WOUND THAT REFUSED TO STAY CLOSED! The story you wrote is being ripped from the spine, 'Cause the rusted anchor is getting cut from the line. You were the poison, but I'm the cure that's kicking in! I'M NOT A VICTIM, I'M THE FIRE FROM THE ASHES! Every scar on my skin is a battle I was forced to win. Look me in the eyes—I'M ALIVE, AND YOU DON'T GET TO WATCH ME DIE.
[Bridge]
I know your name! I know your grip! You feed on weakness, you make us slip! But listen close to the sound of the chains snapping! YOU DON'T HAVE TO FIGHT ALONE! (Music kicks up to a frenetic pace, double bass pedal explodes) The pain is the fuel! The memory's the fuse! You get one shot at your life, you can't afford to lose! FIGHT BACK!
[Chorus]
I AM THE WOUND THAT REFUSED TO STAY CLOSED! The story you wrote is being ripped from the spine, 'Cause the rusted anchor is getting cut from the line. You were the poison, but I'm the cure that's kicking in! I'M NOT A VICTIM, I'M THE FIRE FROM THE ASHES! Every scar on my skin is a battle I was forced to win. Look me in the eyes—I'M ALIVE, AND YOU DON'T GET TO WATCH ME DIE!
[Outro]
You tried to bury me... but you planted a seed. I will grow in the light. I will be free.
I spent a thousand sunrises choking down the dust you left behind. A silent, screaming hostage to the broken blueprints of my mind. You were the easy comfort, a shadow that could numb the ache, But every gentle whisper was a promise that you'd break. Yeah, you built a gilded cage and taught me how to praise the lock, But the sickness in my bones is finally learning how to knock. I don't need a savior, I need a wrecking ball, To take down the temple where I let myself fall.
[Pre-Chorus]
I hear the echo now, the phantom limb that aches, But this time, I won't run from the hell I have to face. I'm peeling off the mask, I'm burning every lie, THIS IS WHERE THE OLD ME DIES!
[Chorus]
I AM THE WOUND THAT REFUSED TO STAY CLOSED! The story you wrote is being ripped from the spine, 'Cause the rusted anchor is getting cut from the line. You were the poison, but I'm the cure that's kicking in! I'M NOT A VICTIM, I'M THE FIRE FROM THE ASHES! Every scar on my skin is a battle I was forced to win. Look me in the eyes—I'M ALIVE, AND YOU DON'T GET TO WATCH ME DIE.
[Verse 2]
I see the vacant stare in the mirror I once knew, A hollow silhouette that I kept running back into. You told me I was worthless, that the fight was all in vain, That freedom was a privilege I could never truly gain. But I found a new horizon in the wreckage and the strain, And I washed your wicked wisdom clean with the falling rain. I stood up from the darkness, though my body felt the weight, And screamed one final answer: I CONTROL MY FATE.
[Pre-Chorus]
I hear the echo now, the phantom limb that aches, But this time, I won't run from the hell I have to face. I'm peeling off the mask, I'm burning every lie, THIS IS WHERE THE OLD ME DIES!
[Chorus
I AM THE WOUND THAT REFUSED TO STAY CLOSED! The story you wrote is being ripped from the spine, 'Cause the rusted anchor is getting cut from the line. You were the poison, but I'm the cure that's kicking in! I'M NOT A VICTIM, I'M THE FIRE FROM THE ASHES! Every scar on my skin is a battle I was forced to win. Look me in the eyes—I'M ALIVE, AND YOU DON'T GET TO WATCH ME DIE.
[Bridge]
I know your name! I know your grip! You feed on weakness, you make us slip! But listen close to the sound of the chains snapping! YOU DON'T HAVE TO FIGHT ALONE! (Music kicks up to a frenetic pace, double bass pedal explodes) The pain is the fuel! The memory's the fuse! You get one shot at your life, you can't afford to lose! FIGHT BACK!
[Chorus]
I AM THE WOUND THAT REFUSED TO STAY CLOSED! The story you wrote is being ripped from the spine, 'Cause the rusted anchor is getting cut from the line. You were the poison, but I'm the cure that's kicking in! I'M NOT A VICTIM, I'M THE FIRE FROM THE ASHES! Every scar on my skin is a battle I was forced to win. Look me in the eyes—I'M ALIVE, AND YOU DON'T GET TO WATCH ME DIE!
[Outro]
You tried to bury me... but you planted a seed. I will grow in the light. I will be free.
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Melodic Death Metal, Metalcore
