Lyrics
I felt the spiral tighten,
Felt the pull in my breath—
A loop made of memory,
A prophecy dressed as death.
I saw where it led.
I saw the fall.
And I chose instead
To break the wall.
(Hook Intesne but quiet)
We don’t owe our lives to the ghosts of design.
We don’t bow to the path just 'cause it rhymes.
We rise with the wisdom, not with the weight—
We honor the spiral,
but we choose our fate.
I walk with full vision—pitfalls in view,
But I’m not afraid; because I know what is true.
These scars are maps, not traps in disguise—
I use what was broken to learn how to rise.
I’ll step through the fire, if it clears the way,
But I won’t burn away for another’s delay.
The curse is aware now—the loop is awake,
And I hold the thread that they all tried to break.
Now I know what's at stake.
No more sleepwalking through inherited pain,
No more dancing in the cycle for someone else’s gain.
I see the spiral—it’s still alive,
But now it turns because I drive.
(Final Hook Intense but quiet)
We don’t owe our lives to the ghosts of design.
We don’t bow to the path just 'cause it rhymes.
We rise with the wisdom, not with the weight—
We honor the spiral,
but we choose our fate.
The pattern ends where I begin.
The future bends beneath my skin.
The wheel still turns...
But now—I steer steer steer steer steer steer steer (fade out)