Lyrics :
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.
