Lyrics
(Verse 1) Dust on the keys and the coffee’s gone cold
Chasing a feeling that’s never been sold
I’m carving out lightning from a quiet room
While the ghost of my failures begins to loom
Every "no" I ever swallowed, every door that stayed shut
Is the spark in the engine, the fire in the gut
I take the silence and I make it scream
Building a kingdom out of a broken dream.
(Chorus)
Oh, the weight is the fuel and the hunger is the aim
You can’t see the light without the shadow in the frame
Every tear is a tempo, every scar is a chord
I’m fighting a war that I can’t afford
But the struggle is the needle, the rhythm is the vein
There’s no masterpiece born without a little bit of pain.
(Verse 2) Empty pockets and a heart full of static
Living for the high up in the attic
They told me to settle, told me to breathe
But the friction is the only thing I believe
The nights I spent wondering if I’d ever break through
Are the same nights that gave me the power to do
I’m not running from the storm, I’m stealing the rain
To wash out the ego and leave just the strain.
(Chorus)
Oh, the weight is the fuel and the hunger is the aim
You can’t see the light without the shadow in the frame
Every tear is a tempo, every scar is a chord
I’m fighting a war that I can’t afford
But the struggle is the needle, the rhythm is the vein
There’s no masterpiece born without a little bit of pain.
(Verse 3) The ink is a witness to the battles I lost
Counting the minutes and weighing the cost
But a smooth road never taught me how to drive
It’s the heat of the pressure that keeps me alive
I’m weaving the doubt into a brand new hook
Writing the chapters they said weren’t in the book
Let the world keep spinning, let the walls close in
This beautiful friction is where I begin.
(Bridge)
It’s the grit in the gears
It’s the salt in the years
If it came easy, it wouldn’t stay loud
I’d rather be bleeding than lost in the crowd.
(Chorus)
Oh, the weight is the fuel and the hunger is the aim
You can’t see the light without the shadow in the frame
Every tear is a tempo, every scar is a chord
I’m fighting a war that I can’t afford
But the struggle is the needle, the rhythm is the vein
There’s no masterpiece born without a little bit of pain.
(Outro)
So let it burn, let it break
That’s the sound I’m gonna make
Yeah, the struggle is the song
It’s been singing all along.