This track is the scream I never got to let out, the truth I wasn’t allowed to speak. It’s a song for every survivor who was told to stay quiet, who was made to feel small, broken, or invisible. “Name in the Fire” lit the match—this is the aftermath. Stronger. Louder. Unapologetic. Every lyric is a scar I’ve learned to wear with pride. This is for the ones who made it out and for the ones still fighting. You’re not alone.

The Fire I Became

Scars Like Stars

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
I kept my kindness blunted, filed down to fit the room,
til the room grew teeth and called itself a womb.
You measured my worth by the quiet of my throat,
then sold me a raft with holes for a boat.
I traced the fault lines running under your grace—
contracts in cursive carved into my face.
A lifeline shouldn’t be a leash on the wrist;
I bit through the braid when the rope turned to fist.

[Pre-Chorus]
I won’t be the soft place your violence lands,
not the velvet beneath your iron plans.
If mercy has bones, let it keep them intact—
I’m done bleeding for your sacred act.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!

[Verse 2]
You called my boundaries “barbed” when they cut your demand,
yet wore a crown of thorns and said it was “the plan.”
You sanctified harm with the right kind of light,
but holiness breaks where it hides what it bites.
I kept receipts inked under the skin—
ledgers of nights I refused to give in.
When “peace” was a muzzle, and “care” was a cage,
I learned to spell “freedom” in bone and in rage.

[Pre-Chorus]
If truth is a field, I’ll harvest it raw—
no more pruning the thorn to flatter the law.
If hope is a ladder, let each rung be real;
no painted ascent, no counterfeit steel.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!!

[Bridge]
If grief is a coastline, then time is the tide—
it takes and it gives, but it will not decide.
I plant my fingers in the granite of dawn,
and pull the whole day up like a song.

Hold—hold—hold the stone.

Home—home—home in bone.

YOUR GENTLENESS WAS A GLOVE FOR THE KNIFE.
I’M DONE HIDING THE BLOOD THAT PROVES I’M ALIVE.

[Final Chorus]
So I grow claws where I once grew doubt,
grip in the gale till the thunder runs out.
If love lights a fire, let it warm these flaws—
not remake me smooth, but honor the claws.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
When you call it “order” while you tighten your jaws—
I’ll keep my throat,
and keep my claws...

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Running From the Fire

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The fury of battle, the pain of loss, and a scream from the depths of your soul...
Every note is a rebellion, every word is a grievance. This track is for those who
carry broken hearts.

👇 Feel it, shout it out, share it... embrace the power of the pain. 👇

BURN İT OUT

SAVE ME FROM MYSELF

✨ Concept
“The One Who Sees Tomorrow” opens the door to a world of visions, firelight, and destiny.
Inspired by the early awakening of Nostradamus, this track places you inside the mind of one who glimpses the future long before it arrives. You walk the line between shadow and prophecy, carrying fragments of what is coming without knowing how — or if — they can be changed.
This is the first moment where awareness becomes burden.
The beginning of a journey where history, mysticism, and fate converge.
🎧 Sound & Style
A cinematic fusion of progressive metal, atmospheric textures, and narrative-driven vocals.
The song moves through candlelit calm, swelling tension, and soaring revelation — blending djent-inspired guitars, deep rhythmic pulses, and ethereal synth layers. The vocals speak directly to you, building in intensity as symbols, shadows, and flame take shape within the lyrics.
It carries the feeling of an ancient prophecy being born, while remaining grounded in modern emotional weight.
🌌 For the Listener
This song is for those who have always felt there was more to see —
the intuition that stirs in quiet moments,
the sense of a future pressing closer than it should,
the pull of a destiny not yet named.
Let “The One Who Sees Tomorrow” draw you into a world where every shadow carries meaning,
and every heartbeat echoes with a future waiting to be revealed.

The One Who Sees Tomorrow

The song chronicles the intoxicating spiral of rock stardom—golden cages of stage lights and adoring crowds devouring the artist's soul, trading raw truth for fleeting highs that carve deeper than knives, until burnout leaves liquor-soaked ruins and hollow-eyed reflections staring back from the mirror. Through jagged rap-metal verses and psychedelic fractures, it exposes the mask's blur becoming identity, where chaos masquerades as art and the fall fractures a hollow crown, yet whispers of refusal ignite a trembling new voice amid the quiet's hard truth. Ultimately, it exalts rebirth not as gentle salvation but as gritty reclamation—scars strummed into chords, bruises etched as enduring notes—proving that rising real from the wreckage forges a sound worth the strain, unmasked and unbreakable.

Reborn in the Wreckage

Surface

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THE BOY I BURIED IS STILL ALIVE

This isn’t real music. The voices you hear AREN’T REAL. I have no actual musical talent, I simply wanna leave something behind when I go, the only real talent I have is poetry. This is my way of venting, this is my journal, take a seat and enjoy 🖤 all music posted on here is Ai. Lyrics are mine. I repeat, this is Ai slop. Yes I know.

Surface

AnonyMahEls