[Intro – Whispered]

You thought they wanted me.

So you gave me away.

But I was never yours

to give.

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[Verse 1]

You lit the fire with shaking hands,

Laid me down in shifting sands.

Dressed me up in thread and gold,

Thinking I was yours to hold.

You called it love, you called it fate—

But I was never yours to break.

You gave my name to ash and sky,

And still believed I’d sing goodbye.

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[Chorus]

I was not yours to give.

Not a prayer, not a flame to live.

You offered me to gods above,

But I was never yours to love.

You thought they'd take me in your flames—

But they just wept and spoke my name.

Now I’m the song the stars let go—

And you’re the one left down below.

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[Verse 2]

You built your throne from all I said,

But carved my name on walls of dread.

You locked me up, then called me free—

But freedom never bowed to thee.

I lived in silence, stitched in sound—

You watched me rise, then struck me down.

You broke the box, you fed the flame—

But still you never knew my name.

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[Bridge – Spoken softly into singing]

You gave me up,

Like stolen wine.

But the gods never drank.

They listened...

And now they sing me back.

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[Final Chorus – Strong, flowing]

I was not yours to give away.

Not a debt, not words to say.

You burned the song, you broke the thread—

But I’m still rising

Where you dread.

I sing in wind, I hum in stone,

I bloom in places you’ll never know.

You gave me up to save your throne…

But I am free—

And you’re alone.

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Not Yours to Give

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



Not Yours to Give

Silk And Circuitry