Verse 1 (low, trembling, like something waking up) I feel the fractures stitching into shapes I can’t define, Like every wound I ever carried learned to sharpen into spine. The light is burning holes in me, the dark is pulling threads, And both of them are screaming as they fight inside my head. I’m standing in the crossfire of the person I’ve been hiding, The saint that kept on breaking and the monster that kept rising. But something in the middle starts to whisper through the pain — A voice that isn’t either, calling out my name. Pre‑Chorus (rising, unstable, electric) I’m not the halo. I’m not the hunger. I’m the fire that survives the thunder. Chorus (explosive, triumphant, violent) I’m becoming what the war inside me forged, A creature born of everything I’ve mourned. Not holy — not corrupted — something more. I’m the fracture turning into form. Let the ashes fall like warnings from above — I’m the child of ruin and of love. This is the moment I stop running from my skin — I’m the becoming, And I’m not breaking again. Verse 2 (stronger, steadier, like a new identity forming) I hear the darkness whisper, but it trembles when I stand, And even light looks different when it’s burning in my hands. I’m not the broken innocence or shadow you designed — I’m the echo of the battle that refused to leave me blind. I’m walking through the wreckage of the person I once feared, And every scar is glowing like a prophecy appeared. I’m not the saint you wanted or the sinner you could claim — I’m the storm that learned to carve its own name. Pre‑Chorus (bolder, almost defiant) I’m not the halo. I’m not the hunger. I’m the fire that survives the thunder. Chorus (bigger, heavier, layered screams) I’m becoming what the war inside me forged, A creature born of everything I’ve mourned. Not holy — not corrupted — something more. I’m the fracture turning into form. Let the ashes fall like warnings from above — I’m the child of ruin and of love. This is the moment I stop running from my skin — I’m the becoming, And I’m not breaking again. Bridge (Korn‑style breakdown — whisper → chant → scream) (whisper) I am the echo. I am the flame. I am the one who won’t die in your name. (chant, rhythmic) Not your puppet. Not your prey. Not the light you tried to bend or the dark you tried to sway. (scream) I AM THE UNION OF THE PARTS YOU COULDN’T OWN. I AM THE KING OF EVERY BATTLE I’VE OUTGROWN. I AM THE CHILD OF FIRE, FLESH, AND BONE — I AM THE BECOMING, AND I STAND ALONE. Final Chorus (anthemic, victorious, cathartic) I’m becoming what the war inside me forged, A creature born of everything I’ve mourned. Not holy — not corrupted — something more. I’m the fracture turning into form. Let the ashes fall like warnings from above — I’m the child of ruin and of love. This is the moment I stop running from my skin — I’m the becoming, And I’m not breaking again.