Still Breathing in the Static (HellBreak)

Dead—but breathing.

Dead—but dreaming.

TURN IT UP.

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Wake up with a war in my skull,

Static in my veins, yeah I’m losing control,

Every promise carved into stone,

Every name that vanished when the pressure got cold.

I gave blood to the mouth that fed,

Got dragged through the dirt just to feel respect,

Now I see real clear who disappears

When the truth hits hard and the mask gets ripped.

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I’M DONE PRETENDING I’M OKAY

I’M DONE BEGGING FOR A BREAK

If this is life, then FUCK THE LIE—

I’LL SURVIVE OUT OF PURE HATE.

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I’M STILL BREATHING IN THE STATIC

CAN’T KILL WHAT YOU COULDN’T BREAK

CALL ME DAMAGED—CALL ME ROTTED

I’LL WEAR THE PAIN LIKE FUCKING FATE

I’M STILL BREATHING IN THE STATIC

CHEST ON FIRE, TEETH ALL GRIT

I MAY BE DEAD—BUT DREAMING VIOLENCE—

AND I’M NOT DONE WITH THIS.

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I tried playing nice, I tried staying small,

Tried biting my tongue while the walls closed in,

But silence is a coffin with the lid screwed tight,

And I won’t lay down just to fit inside.

I’ve slept with demons, shook their hands,

Used rage as a crutch just to stand,

Now every scar’s a loaded round

And I aim straight through the fucking doubt.

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YOU WANT ME QUIET

YOU WANT ME WEAK

YOU WANT ME DEAD AT YOUR FUCKING FEET

BUT I BREATHE LOUD

AND I HIT BACK

SO DIG MY GRAVE—I’LL CLAW IT BLACK

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I’M STILL BREATHING IN THE STATIC

CAN’T KILL WHAT YOU COULDN’T BREAK

CALL ME DAMAGED—CALL ME ROTTED

I’LL WEAR THE PAIN LIKE FUCKING FATE

I’M STILL BREATHING IN THE STATIC

CHEST ON FIRE, TEETH ALL GRIT

I MAY BE DEAD—BUT DREAMING VIOLENCE—

AND I’M NOT DONE WITH THIS.

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DEAD—BUT—BREATHING

(SAY IT)

DEAD—BUT—BREATHING

YOU PUSHED

I PUSHED BACK

YOU LIED

I BLED FACTS

BURIED ME ONCE—

I CAME BACK CLAWING

BURIED ME TWICE—

NOW I’M FUCKING HAUNTING

BLEGH.

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I don’t want peace if it costs my spine,

I don’t want love that survives on lies,

If I burn, let it light the way—

I’LL BE THE FIRE YOU FAILED TO CONTAIN.

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I’M STILL BREATHING IN THE STATIC

EVERY SCAR A BATTLE WON

IF THE WORLD WANTS ME SILENT

I’LL SCREAM UNTIL MY FUCKING LUNGS ARE GONE

I’M STILL BREATHING IN THE STATIC

WATCH ME RISE FROM WHAT YOU DID

I MAY BE DEAD—BUT DREAMING VIOLENCE—

AND I’M NOT DONE

NOT DONE

WITH THIS.

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Dead…

But breathing.

Dead…

But dreaming.