Obscura

I dream I'm far away from this place

With its crippled dreams and unimaginable vices

And I don't look back

I've seen the end through a fractured lens

Built a throne from silence and consequence

I don't flinch, I don't confess

I wear the weight — and nothing less

I gave you my roots

You swallowed the sun

But I've made peace

With what I've outrun

I dream I'm far from this place

Where the hollow wear a holy face

I rise — not in rage, but grace

And I leave without a trace

You mistook my quiet for defeat

But I grew wings beneath your grief

You'll search for me in dust and doubt

But I've already phased you out

This is not revenge

This is reclamation

Not your ruin

My liberation

Not your ruin

My liberation

I walked through fire with an open hand

Not to fight, but to understand

And what I found was more than pain

It was me, and I remain

I dream I'm far from this place

Where the hollow wear a holy face

I rise — not in rage, but grace

And I leave without a trace

And I don't look back

I don't look back

I don't look back