Silver Scars, Hidden Grace

Fire took everything, my plans. Left ashes in both hands. 'Cause the smoke

asphyxiated air. Draw the line was never there. Broke me open, spilled the light.

Dark and whisper scorched the night. Lost pride, downpour rain. Found through the

pain, yeah. Silver scars dampen shame. Hide the proof,

win the game. Curses bloom, gardens die. Some blessings wear such bad

disguise. Build my faith from broken glass. Cut my palms, make it last.

Every loss a hidden grin. Saying this ain't hell, just where you

begin. Call it failure, I called it home. Throne of rust,