Static in My Blood (feat. PROF. CORTON)
STATIC HEIR · Inherited · Out 11 December 2026
Static Heir and Prof. Corton on old reactions that never leave, a dead wire under tension that pulls you back to where you've been. It's in the blood, but it won't own your name.
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Credits
Artist: Static Heir
Featuring: PROF. CORTON
Album: Inherited
Album release: 11 December 2026
Label: Fragmented Music
Lyrics
I learned to sleep with one eye open,
Waiting for the floor to give.
Every promise left half-broken,
Every cut still sensitive.
Kept my mouth shut, bit through tension,
Wore the silence like a chain.
Built a body out of pressure,
Tried to make the damage strength.
But the static never left me,
It just learned to wear my skin.
Every time I thought I killed it,
It came crawling back again.
There's static in my blood,
A dead wire under tension.
Every time I rise above,
It pulls me back to where I've been.
But I won't stay buried in it,
I won't let it own my name.
There's static in my blood—
But I still fight through the pain.
I still fight.
I still fight.
I know the shape of old reactions,
Know the taste before it hits.
That cold reflex, that sharp collapse,
That weight that settles in the chest.
I got too used to carrying ghosts,
Too used to choking back the truth.
Now every mirror throws it at me—
What survived and what it used.
I was taught to call it normal,
Call the bruising "just how it goes."
But I've got too much left inside me
To let that be the only road.
There's static in my blood,
A dead wire under tension.
Every time I rise above,
It pulls me back to where I've been.
But I won't stay buried in it,
I won't let it own my name.
There's static in my blood—
But I still fight through the pain.
Maybe I'll always hear it humming,
Under every quiet room.
Maybe healing isn't silence—
Maybe it's learning not to lose.
So let it shake me,
Let it scream.
I am more than what it made of me.
There's static in my blood,
A dead wire under tension.
Every time I rise above,
It drags against my best intentions.
But I won't stay buried in it,
I won't hand it who I am.
There's static in my blood—
Still I rise.
Still I stand.
Still I stand!
Still I stand!
Through the weight! Through the strain!
It still lives under the surface.
But it doesn't steer these hands.
