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Fail Into Flame (Double the failures)

A symphonic metal hymn that turns failures into fuel — “Fail Into Flame” is a manifesto for growth, not perfection. Crooked ink on the first white page, Wavering lines in a cold-lit haze- Not "wrong"... just the gears that learn to turn, Not "loss"... just the place I start to burn. They named my slips a scarlet brand, "Stay in your lane - keep steady hands." I wore "perfect" like a steel-cold mask, And died a little in every task. But truth is forged where courage bleeds, Where doubt becomes a field of seeds- Each cracked attempt, each broken plan, Taught my spine to stand again. Misprint - repeat, align - repeat, The page remembers what I need. I miss, I learn, I aim, I meet- A thousand falls to find my feet. Double my failures - double my fire! Every wrong note lifts the choir. Gold in the cracks - I'm re-made whole, A storm of steel with a human soul. If the road stands up to blame my name, I turn that wall into my flame: Not ruin - not shame - just a truer aim... Calibration is my name. I saw fear dressed in holy clothes, Selling "safe" where my heartbeat froze. But growth lives out on the blade-thin line Where you can't pretend and still shine. So give me the edge, the honest ache, The weight that makes my spirit wake- I'd rather fail in open air Than rot inside a silent prayer. The mind predicts - the world replies, That gap is where the future hides. Not a sentence, not a curse- Just a compass finding north. Double my failures - double my fire! Every wrong note lifts the choir. Gold in the cracks - I'm re-made whole, A storm of steel with a human soul. If the road stands up to blame my name, I turn that wall into my flame: Not ruin - not shame - just a truer aim... Calibration is my name. I am not the slip - I'm the hand that writes again. I am not the fall - I'm the rise that follows then. Let the mirror show the truth I missed, Let the lesson hit like iron fists. And if my pride breaks in the light, It breaks to let the dawn inside. Step. Fall. Breathe. Repeat. Mark the line - adjust my feet. Double my failures - double my fire, Aim grows truer - climb gets higher. Double my failures - double my fire! Turn my bruises into wire, Carry lightning through my veins- I don't collapse, I rearrange! If the night says, "You're done, you're dust," I answer - watch me - still I trust: Not ruin - not shame - just a truer aim... Calibration is my name. First print - crooked lines. Final page - stars aligned. Not perfection — evolving.