I see the sky, but I’m chained to the ground, Lost in a world where silence is loud. They paint the walls with golden lies, But every color fades, and every kingdom dies. Every kingdom dies! A seed in the dark, forgotten, unseen, Still it grows, where hope has been. Through the cracks, through the ash, A paradox blooms in the aftermath. We’re the roses in the ruins, Thorns that pierce the hands of time. In this chaos, we find beauty, In the broken, we redefine. They wrote the rules, but we tore the page, A quiet rebellion, a fearless stage. Their shadows loom, but we ignite, A paradox of dark and light. The soil is poisoned, but roots still take! A fragile bloom, a world to remake! From the ashes, we ascend! A story that will never end! Burn their lies... with every thorn! Rise above... the chaos born! The soil is poisoned, but roots still take, A fragile bloom, a world to remake. Through the ashes, we ascend, A story that will never end. We’re the roses in the ruins, Thorns that pierce the hands of time. In this chaos, we find beauty, In the broken, we redefine. In the paradox, we find our place, A fleeting dream, a fleeting grace. Let the thorns tear through their lies, We’ll watch their towers fall from the skies! Bloom in the fire, bloom in the pain! This is the paradox they can’t contain! Through the darkness, through the haze! We rise in the chaos, set the world ablaze! Rise... in the fire! Burn... in the ruins! We’re the roses in the ruins, Thorns that pierce the hands of time. In this chaos, we find beauty, In the broken, we redefine. Petals fall, but roots remain, Through the storm, through the rain. The paradox blooms, forever alive, In every breath, we survive. In every breath... we survive.