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Fire in Hands

“Fire in My Hands” is a song about living on the edge of meaning — that fragile moment when chaos and awareness meet eye to eye. I don’t run from the fire; I carry it. Because sometimes, the burn is the only proof that I’m still alive.” Lyrics [Verse 1] Wake up slow, the day’s still blind, Meaning builds one frame at a time. Coffee burns, mind starts to spin, Chasing order through the noise again. I'm not wired for the simple lines, Every thought a spark that bites and shines. Don’t call it broken, it’s just awake — A storm that learns from its own mistakes. [Pre-Chorus] Some days I talk my brain down from the ledge, Tell the mirror, “breathe, don’t pledge.” I’m not chaos, I’m the pulse between, The static hum inside the dream. [Chorus] There’s fire in my hands — I’m holding on. To the rhythm of a mind half gone. If I burn, at least it’s real, This is how the edges feel. Yeah, fire in my hands — I understand, Living’s not a map, it’s a command. I’m not afraid to stand in the flame, I just give it a name. [Verse 2] Woke in war once, white-hot freeze, Heart said “run,” soul said “please.” Didn’t mean to fight that way, Just woke the lion I keep at bay. Now I channel it, verse by verse, Blues in the bloodline, rap in the curse. Truth ain't safe, but it keeps me sane, A little spark rewiring the pain. [Pre-Chorus 2] Some nights I drown in dopamine seas, Talk to ghosts of who I used to be. They whisper, “boy, you’re not alone,” Every glitch still finds a home. [Chorus] There’s fire in my hands — I’m holding on. To the rhythm of a mind half gone. If I burn, at least it’s real, This is how the edges feel. Yeah, fire in my hands — I understand, Living’s not a map, it’s a command. I’m not afraid to stand in the flame, I just give it a name. [Bridge – spoken / half-sung] Call it chaos, call it grace, Same reflection, different face. I don’t pray for peace — I pray for sight, To see the meaning inside the fight. [Pre-Chorus – reprise] I’ve been running through the wires in my head, Hearing echoes of the things I never said. But every burn just lights the path again, I rise from the smoke, not the shame. [Final Chorus] There’s fire in my hands — still holding on. Through the noise, through the gone. If I burn, at least it’s real, This is how redemption feels. Yeah, fire in my hands — I understand, Living’s not a plan, it’s a command. I’m not afraid to stand in the flame, I just give it… I just give it a name.