Falling Upward

Hell Calls Me

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Falling Upward

(Verse 1)
He was carved from ember, from silence and flame,
A name the night whispered but never could tame.
With teeth made of thunder, with shadow for skin,
He knew every ending before it begins.

But something shifted in the hollow below—
A crack in the furnace where cold winds could grow.
Not pain… not mercy… not heaven’s demand—
Just the strange weight of warmth he can’t understand.

(Pre-Chorus)
And he laughs, but it trembles, it doesn’t feel right,
Like echoing armor left open to light…

(Chorus)
He’s falling upward, breaking the ground,
Losing the darkness he once wore like a crown.
If evil is power, then why does it ache
To feel something soften he swore he would break?
He’s not rising—he’s coming undone,
A demon afraid of becoming the sun.

(Verse 2)
The infernal chorus inside of his head
Sings of the chaos he used to have fed.
But now there’s a pause where the hunger should scream,
And silence intrudes like a half-remembered dream.

He touches a feeling—he pulls his hand back,
Like fire that forgets how to stay on the attack.
What if this mercy is not just disguise…
But a door opening in his own eyes?

(Pre-Chorus)
And he stares at his hands like they don’t belong,
Like darkness is learning it can’t stay strong…

(Chorus)
He’s falling upward, weightless and strange,
Every old certainty starting to change.
If evil is freedom, then why does it feel
Like chains he once wore are beginning to heal?
He’s not rising—he’s coming undone,
A demon afraid of becoming the sun.

(Bridge)
No choir of angels, no trumpet of war,
Just a quiet he’s never been wounded before.
And the scariest thing in the void he can see
Is the thought that he might not know how to be…

Anything but the storm he became—
Anything softer than fury and flame.

(Final Chorus)
He’s falling upward, losing his fight,
Dissolving edges into something like light.
If evil was home, then why does it break
To feel a heart beating he didn’t make?
He’s not rising—he’s coming undone,
A demon afraid of becoming the sun.

(Outro)
And in the hush where his thunder had been,
He wonders if falling is how you begin…