Cold sweat, resurrection

Track 13 - “COLD SWEAT RESURRECTION”

(Dark, heavy, confessional, redemption arc)

[VERSE 1]
I woke up in a cold sweat, shaking like the walls knew my secrets,
Pipe on the nightstand whisperin’ “you need this.”
Every mirror in the house kept callin’ me a demon,
Eyes blacked out, soul cracked, barely breathin’.

I was chasin’ that numb like it owed me somethin’,
Meth in my bloodstream turnin’ love into nothin’.
Family lookin’ at me like I died but kept walkin’,
I could hear their hearts break every time I stopped talkin’.

I was skin and bones, paranoia in my veins,
Every shadow in the room had my name.
I swore I’d quit tomorrow, but tomorrow never came,
Just another broken promise buried under shame.

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[HOOK]
I crawled out the grave I built with my own hands,
Shook off the chains, wiped the ashes off my skin.
I ain’t who I was when the darkness pulled me in—
I’m clean now, and I’m never goin’ back again.

This is my cold sweat resurrection,
My rebirth from the edge of destruction.
I faced the devil in my own reflection—
And walked away with a pulse and a purpose.

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[VERSE 2]
I remember every lie that I told just to use,
Every bridge that I burned, every person I bruised.
I was prayin’ to a God I was too ashamed to face,
Beggin’ Him to save me while I hid from His grace.

But He stayed, even when I ran from the light,
Even when I chose the high over life.
Even when I swore I’d change but didn’t try,
He kept breath in my lungs every night I should’ve died.

Recovery ain’t pretty—it’s a war with your past,
It’s relearnin’ how to breathe when your chest collapses.
It’s facin’ every ghost you thought you buried in the mattress,
And choosin’ to live when the darkness attacks you.

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[HOOK]
I crawled out the grave I built with my own hands,
Shook off the chains, wiped the ashes off my skin.
I ain’t who I was when the darkness pulled me in—
I’m clean now, and I’m never goin’ back again.

This is my cold sweat resurrection,
My rebirth from the edge of destruction.
I faced the devil in my own reflection—
And walked away with a pulse and a purpose.

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[BRIDGE]
Now when I look in the mirror, I don’t see a ghost,
I see a man who survived what should’ve killed him the most.
I ain’t perfect, but I’m present, and I’m finally in control—
And that’s worth more than any high I ever sold.

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[OUTRO]
So here’s to the nights I almost slipped away,
And the mornings I woke up and chose to stay.
I’m clean, I’m alive, and I’m done diggin’ graves—
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blues, soul, gospel, rap