Lyrics

[Intro (spoken, whispered]
Be good… Be loud…
Two voices. One heartbeat.
A gong strikes. The beat drops.

[Hook (sung)]
I’m silk and steel — soft when I choose, sharp when I must.
Dragons on my skin, fire in my lungs.
They say: Be quiet, be pretty – I say: I’m enough.
I’m silk and steel — and I crack every crust.

[Verse 1 (rap)]
They want me bleached, folded, flattened —
I’m not your origami.
Not your daughter, not your muse —
I’m my own myth, untamed tsunami.
Two tongues, three rules,
No room for doubt or flame.
But I spit truth in every dialect —
And burn through every name.

[Pre-Hook (sung)]
I learned to read myself —
Between the lines of my ancestors.
Not in textbooks or temples —
But in the silence they mastered.

[Hook (sung)]
I’m silk and steel — soft when I choose, sharp when I must.
Dragons on my skin, fire in my lungs.
They say: Be quiet, be pretty — I say: I’m enough.
I’m silk and steel – and I crack every crust.

[Verse 2 (rap)]
My voice is my blade –—
And my flow is my dance.
I don’t ask for space —
I carve it with stance.
I’m not your flag war —
Not your border, not your shame.
I’m the child of the future —
And I won’t play your game.
For every girl who’s silenced —
I scream twice as loud.
For every rule, they wrote for me —
I tear it out proud.

[Bridge (spoken, in Japanese)]
強さは静けさの中にある。
私は私の名前の嵐。
(Strength lives in silence.
I am the storm behind my name.)

[Verse 3 (rap)]
They taught me silence like a second skin,
Told me grace was folding in.
But I bend rules, not knees —
I wear thunder when I sing.
They call me clash, call me clash —
Too much China, too much Japan.
But I’m not your history test —
I’m the future in demand.

[Verse 4 (rap)]
I’m the echo you can’t crush —
I walk through temples in a rush,
Ghosts of girls in generations.
They whisper dreams like incantations. —
I run with fire in their place.
I’m not your lotus, not your blade,
Not your shame in silk parade.
The storm behind the name.

[Final Hook (sung, layered vocals)]
I’m silk and steel — soft when I choose, sharp when I must.
Dragons on my skin, fire in my lungs.
They say: Be quiet, be pretty — I say: I’m enough.
I’m silk and steel — and I crack every crust.

[Outro (Sung in soft harmony)]
We are not shadows — we are flame.
We are not echoes — we are names.
From every silence, we build sound.
From every fall, we rise unbound.
Silk and steel — and we rise proud.