Conquer

If this is the lure, I was shaped by the curse, I dug out the cure from the depth of the hurt, Blood in my veins, yeah it burns like a furnace, Pain is the fuel, every scar has a purpose. Voices in silence keep pulling me down, I answer with war when they doubt what I found, Heart made of iron, no cracks in my crown, I rise from the dark when the lights all burn out. I slept with the demons, woke up as their king, Every lost battle taught me how to win, This is not hope, this is hunger within, Bow when I march—hear the choirs begin. If this is the lure, I'm ready to conquer If this is the cure, I'm ready to conquer My blood is fuel, I'm ready to conquer I'm ready to rule, I'm ready to conquer