I ran so far past all my lines
I tore the map that once was mine
Chasing goals that swallowed me whole
Trading every heartbeat just for control

I moved through fire when I cracked
Carrying a body I never got back
Halfway broken, halfway blind
But turning back felt like suicide

And every time I try to breathe
Another part of me must bleed
I see the mirror start to shake
I know exactly who will break

I burn my boundaries just to stand
I crush my soul with my own hands
I’m both the weapon and the wound
The voice that drives me to my doom
If I collapse before I rise
Let it be known when my heart dies
I wasn’t killed by fate or fear
But by the war I built in here

I’m tired of living razor-thin
Of carving purpose into my skin
Of breaking bones to hold a dream
That keeps erasing pieces of me

My pulse is fading into dust
My will is rust, my hope mistrust
But if I stop before the end
Everything shatters, nothing will mend

The enemy is wearing me
He knows my thoughts, he hides my grief
He whispers “more” when I can’t stand
He pulls the strings with my own hands

I burn my boundaries just to stand
I crush my soul with my own hands
I’m both the weapon and the wound
The voice that drives me to my doom
If I collapse before I rise
Let it be known when my heart dies
I wasn’t killed by fate or fear
But by the war I built in here

Maybe someday I’ll learn to say “enough”
Before the fall becomes too rough
Before the ones who held my light
Drown in the smoke of my endless fight

So I burn my boundaries once again
I drag my ghosts across the end
I am the fire and the ash
The silent scream behind the crash
If I collapse before I rise
Remember this when my heart dies
I wasn’t killed by pain or time
I was destroyed by my own climb

Burn My Boundaries

Dark rock

Melancholic fire. 

Two halves of the same soul.

Hope and rage. 

Light and shadow.



Dualism is the key.

This is Bullywave.

Enjoy the ride.

🖤