Rise of the wreckage

Title: Rise From the Wreckage

(4/4 count — stress in CAPS, tight internal rhymes)

I’ve been CLAW–in’ at the WALLS in–side my HEAD

Chas–in’ SHAD–ows of the THINGS I left for DEAD

Every MIR–ror’s just a MOUTH that starts to SCREAM

Feed–in’ POI–son to the frac–ture in my DREAM

I’ve been RUN–nin’ from a GHOST with my own FACE

Fell in LOVE with all the CHA–os, can’t e–RASE

Every SCAR’s just a CHAP–ter carved in SKIN

Guess the VIL–lain is where the HE–ro should’ve BEEN

But I won’t let the DARK–ness pull me UN–der

I’m the LIGHT–ning break–ing THROUGH the THUN–der

From the WRECK–age, I will RISE

Fire BURN–in’ in my EYES

I’m a SIN–ner, I’m a SAINT, I’m the FEAR you can’t dis–GUISE

From the WRECK–age, I’ll sur–VIVE

Won’t be BUR–ied while I’m a–LIVE

Every FALL be–comes the REA–son that I CLIMB

(Think “Popular Monster” speed — 8 syllables per bar)

Yeah, I’ve been SPIT–out, CHEW–up, TORN to PIE–ces

Dance with the DE–mons as the FE–ver in–CREASES

I’m not your SAV–ior, I’m not your SAINT

I’m the TRUTH you choke on when the COL–ors fade to PAINT

CHAIN me, BREAK me, still I STAND up TALL

Even if I’ve gotta CRAWL through the FLAMES, I’ll BRAWL

This is my CON–fess–ion, this is my DIS–ease

But I’m BREAK–in’ out the CAGE, and I FI–nal–ly got the KEYS

I hear the VOI–ces call my NAME

But they don’t OWN me any–MORE

I built my KING–dom out of PAIN

And I’m STRONG–er than be–FORE

From the WRECK–age, I will RISE

Fire BURN–in’ in my EYES

I’m a SIN–ner, I’m a SAINT, I’m the FEAR you can’t dis–GUISE

From the WRECK–age, I’ll sur–VIVE

Won’t be BUR–ied while I’m a–LIVE

Every SCAR be–comes the REA–son that I FIGHT