Pick up the weight, don’t ask why

One slip, the magic dies

We march in lines, ain't no spark in our eyes

But deep in the dust, we still fantasize...

Ash-stained lungs in a system so blind

They feed us rules like we’re outta our minds

Tiny hands, big demands, ain’t no gold

Just cold hearts bought and sold

Got a pocket full of soot, and a soul worn thin

Every ‘no’ they gave, I stuffed under my skin

I ain’t breakin’ yet, but the cracks run deep

Even dreams been put to sleep

We carry the spell, we carry the weight

Like coal dust under the hands of fate

If one falls out, the magic breaks

But I ain’t made to bend 'til I break

No more fake work for invisible gods

I'm dust, I’m flame, I’m breaking the odds

We were never meant to be this quiet

Silenced mouths in a system diet

Say “grind,” say “hustle,” say “built from the mud”

But we just keep choking on corporate blood

Told us if we stop, the whole thing shatters

But maybe that’s the point—it don’t matter

Let it fall, let it burn, let it cave

Can’t be free in a self-dug grave

“Don’t drop the stone,” they said

“But what if I throw it instead?”

A spell ain’t a cage, it’s a choice

And I still got a voice...

We carry the spell, we carry the weight

Like coal dust under the hands of fate

If one falls out, the magic breaks

But I ain’t made to bend 'til I break

I’m not your gear, not your perfect plan

I’m a fuckin’ spark in the ash of man

(Dust... doesn't die... it rises.)