The title track of (UN)BROKEN. A rallying cry for everyone who refused to bend to the design.

For the ones who wear the halo only in the light. Performed virtue and curated grace crack the moment nobody’s watching.

Standing on the fracture and letting it break. A song about falling apart as a way of becoming yourself.

Count the money, count the graves. It was never lack, it was always greed.

Fed static, fed rules, taught to sleep. Not anymore. An anthem for every silenced voice that decided to become the storm.

Smiling on cue, cutting away pieces to fit the shape others want, until there’s nothing left of you.

Fragmented and SEVER on severing a bond that only ever taught fear. Raised by hands that never stayed, the answer is simple: I owe you nothing.

A blunt challenge to performative resistance: the safe little riot in the assigned lane, the grief turned into a soundbite.

Fragmented and Prof. Corton against erased memory and legislated silence. They prune the archives and call it safety.

Fragmented and Static Heir on a childhood performed for others: the polished image, the painted smile. Where were you after the applause?

The closing ballad of (UN)BROKEN, with JANSON. After all the anger and all the noise, there is the quiet, and in it the heart that still beats.

The opening track of (UN)BROKEN. Some are born into the crown, the rest inherit the chains.