Rising From the Ashes
Track 13 of Cut Throat
[ Lyrics ]
From dust, I drew a new face. Sunlight hits the floor where the shadows used to sleep, coffee rings on scripts I don’t need to keep. Last year’s tears evaporated in the L.A. haze, now my silence isn’t broken — it’s a phase. Saw my name in rumors, now it’s carved in wood, this new melody ain’t bitter — it’s for good. Heard my voice crack once when I tried to speak it, now I sing it like a secret I was meant to keep. Didn’t rise from the wreckage to pretend it’s all okay — just learned how to build in the space they cleared away. So if you're waiting for the storm to come back around, it’s just me now, with a different kind of sound. From dust, I drew a new face — soft lines, strong gaze, same grace. Born in fire, not erased — refused to be the weight they traced. I bloom in slower time, not broken — realigned. From dust, I drew a new face… Met a stranger in a studio with ink-stained hands, said he knew my rhythm ‘fore he learned my plans. We wrote a verse ‘bout phoenixes, then crossed it out, said, ‘You’re not a symbol — you’re what doubt’s about to lose.’ No more codes in lyrics, no more veiled rage, just truth that fits like denim after years in a cage. Laughed at midnight, not ‘cause pain’s forgotten, but ‘cause joy don’t need permission to be hunted. Didn’t trust my instincts ‘til they started singing back, now the beat knows my bones, not just the facts. So if you're looking for the girl who caved in place — she left a note: ‘I needed space to bloom, not fade.’ Told my mom, ‘I’m happy again,’ And for once, it wasn’t a trend. She said, ‘You sound like you mean it this time.’ The ground had to burn for roots to learn how deep joy can grow when it’s finally yours to hold. From dust, I drew a new face — soft lines, strong gaze, same grace. Born in fire, not erased — refused to be the weight they traced. I bloom in slower time, not broken — realigned. From dust, I drew a new face… From dust… I drew a new face.