Built From Hell
Chains, chains circle my throat, Tightening with every second, Stealing my breath, Suffocating my soul. I have to break free Before they choke me whole. Chains, chains wrapped around my legs, Holding me back, Stopping my race, The race to the surface, To the face I buried, The one they tried to erase. In the process of you, I lost myself. Took it all in, Burned in the fire, Now I rise, Building from hell. ,Pain-filled veins, Drowned in the deep, Fallen from heights too steep. But still, I rise, From the ashes, from the dark, Reclaiming my spark. You chained my neck, Weighed me down, Played your games, Thought you'd break me-Oh, have you lost your mind? It's time. Time to shatter the chains, To rise from the weight, To silence the doubt, To burn through the pain. Yeah, I will build it from hell.
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