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Your War, My Craft

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词 Lyrics:年轮之间\北岛初晴

曲 Composed:年轮之间\如风过境

【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】

I lock the room down and I turn off my phone now

I'm carving the silence into a lasting stone

Every meter that I shape becomes a clean machine

You hammer at the keyboard till it splits at the seam

While you sharpen the spikes, I sharpen my art

You burn down the whole house, I'm just playing smart

Every single blow of my craft lands on the base

You splash all of your anger across the place

I listen to the rhythm that stays in my chest

You're a loop of noise, a frantic unrest

You mold a thousand statues from brittle clay

I carve a single line that refuses to stray

While you count every comment war, I count every draft

You keep fanning the fire, I keep honing the craft

Your arguments dissolve like a weak storm

And my work stays alive in every form

Paint on my fingers

Ink scattered all across the floor

I feel whole when I'm busy making

All your noise is only an aching

You burn, I create

Each keystroke of rage is writing your fate

I build monuments out of the sound

While you sink in the sand, I stand my ground

I create

You keep refreshing page for a fight

I'm molding sentences into something tight

Your entire thread burns with every comeback

I chip away at marble, don't need to attack

You measure your worth by the noise you can raise

I measure mine by the weight I put in a phrase

While you flex your status, I am building symmetry

You feed on the static, I just do artistry

Your keyboard is a weapon that never rests

My pencil's just a tool to make the best

So keep your battles, I'll keep my focus in sound

While you burn out so fast, all of my work is crowned

You refresh your screen like a soldier holding a gun

I keep sharpening my voice till it cuts through the drum

Every tap you make is a hasty thud

I build a cathedral out of the mud

Paint on my fingers

Ink scattered all across the floor

I don't need to win this pointless war

What I make is always my true score

I stay in my lane

All the venom you type can't taint my name

I keep on sculpting despite the pain

You burn your bridges while I build again

Not your game

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