I'm built from broken things,
I'm built from broken things, And the battle goes on. No crown above, Chains below — I don't wear mercy Like a borrowed thing. Black dust in my veins, Heart smoking in my soul. I don't bow for borrowed peace, I don't break for control. Black dust in my veins — That's the blood I claim. If they came to wash me clean, They don't know my name. Rough hands, clean heart — I don't sell what I believe. I did wrong, I pay slow, But I don't hide behind pretty speech. I've seen silver tongues turn dirty, Soft smiles come with teeth. So I keep my circle small And let the weak ones leave. No fake grace, No cheap relief — I know my sins, I know my place. Rough hands, clean heart — I don't play other people's cards. Maybe I'll walk through fire, But I won't sell my soul. Rough hands, clean heart — Hard truth in my bones. If I give you my word — It comes back home. I don't need to look holy, I don't need a saint's name. Let surfaces shine brightly, While underneath there's pain. Loyalty has been tested, Love loses control, But I will never betray My heart to fall. No soft lies, No clean tracks — Just one dark road And a burning heart. If I give you my word — It comes back home. I don't need to look holy, I don't need a saint's name. Let surfaces shine brightly, While underneath there's pain. Say I'm too hard, Say I'm too cold — I simply stay real When all softness fades away. I've been cut, I've been blamed, But I stand with my own damn name. Black dust in my veins, Heart smoking in my soul. I don't bow for borrowed peace, I don't break for control. Black dust in my veins — That's the blood I claim. If they came to wash me clean, They don't know my name.