[Verse] Woke up to static, dust on the floor, Amplifiers hummin’ like a war we’re not sure we’re in no more. Chipped snare clicks like a heartbeat in reverse, But I’m still here—bent, but not cursed. Vinyl spins slow, a faded memory, But the groove’s still hot, still breathing with me. No stage lights, just the ceiling fan’s spin, This broken room’s where something real begins. [Pre-Chorus] Every crack in the wood, every flicker in the wire, Turns the noise to fire, turns the fear to higher. So I grab the mic like a torch in the dark, And I’ll turn this garage into a spark. [Chorus] This is my stage, this is my sound, No perfect gear, but I’m still proud and loud. Chipped snare, dusty amps, I’m building my crown— From a broken floor, I’m rising, I’m now. Yeah, this is my stage, this is my sound, No polished shine, but I’m breaking the ground. Chipped snare, dusty amps, I’m building my crown— From a broken floor, I’m rising, I’m now. [Verse] Scratched the bassline, cracked the mic stand, But the rhythm found me when I was down in the sand. No spotlight, just shadows and the sweat on my brow, But the beat in my chest says, “Never let it out.” Found a tune in the hum, a song in the hum, Turned the static to thunder, turned the drum to numb. Every misstep’s a step, every flaw’s a flame— This garage’s my cathedral, my name is my fame. [Pre-Chorus] Every crack in the wood, every flicker in the wire, Turns the noise to fire, turns the fear to higher. So I grab the mic like a torch in the dark, And I’ll turn this garage into a spark. [Chorus] This is my stage, this is my sound, No perfect gear, but I’m still proud and loud. Chipped snare, dusty amps, I’m building my crown— From a broken floor, I’m rising, I’m now. Yeah, this is my stage, this is my sound, No polished shine, but I’m breaking the ground. Chipped snare, dusty amps, I’m building my crown— From a broken floor, I’m rising, I’m now. [Bridge] I don’t need a stage when the walls are alive, When the crack in the paint is where the truth comes alive. This ain’t about fame, it’s about the fight— To rise up when the world says, “Just fade out tonight.” But I’m here, I’m here, I’m breathing, I’m sound, This garage is my fortress, my sacred ground. [Chorus] This is my stage, this is my sound, No perfect gear, but I’m still proud and loud. Chipped snare, dusty amps, I’m building my crown— From a broken floor, I’m rising, I’m now. Yeah, this is my stage, this is my sound, No polished shine, but I’m breaking the ground. Chipped snare, dusty amps, I’m building my crown— From a broken floor, I’m rising, I’m now. [Outro] Rising… Chipped snare… Dusty amps… I’m now.