Verse 1

Verse 1 I tore the weave with trembling hands, Bled chaos into air, The night remembers every word I never should have dared. Power laughed inside my bones, A crown of fractured flame, And everything I touched that night Still burns when I hear my name. Chorus I am Ash, the living fault, The spell that should not be, I never meant the fire to choose But it always chose through me. I cracked the sky, I broke the land, And called it destiny— But Wild Magic never wanted truth, It only wanted me. Verse 2 They begged me once to lay it down, To let the silence speak, But I mistook the roar of power For strength instead of need. Each surge a sin I justified, Each scar a debt I owed, I called it saving everyone While walking roads alone. Chorus I am Ash, the hollow spark, The storm without a shore, Every victory I ever won Just left the world more torn. I bent the weave, I named myself, A god I could not be— And every spell I ever cast Cast something back at me. Bridge What do you call a miracle That leaves no one alive inside? What do you name a savior Who survives while others die? If guilt is all that power gives, Then let the heavens see— I’ll carry every consequence So none of them touch me. Verse 3 Now I sleep where towers fell, Where ash replaces stone, I speak to ghosts and broken spells And call the silence home. If love still breathes beyond the storm, It knows not where I roam, I buried every gentle thing The night I chose the throne. Final Chorus I am Ash, unfit for peace, Unworthy of return, Let every path I walk now crack And every bridge still burn. Seal me from the light of hearth, From mercy, name, and tone— If chaos needs a wretched heart, It can keep mine alone. Outro So when the weave begins to scream And stars refuse to shine, Know somewhere walks a broken man Who chose the fire every time.