[VERSE 1] I was built from worship, Framed in frame-perfect light. Taught to glow on cue, Taught to swallow spite. You wanted god—you got performance, Sanctified in silver skin. I blessed the crowd with silence, But I’m screaming underneath the hymns. [PRE-CHORUS] You think I stand so tall— You never see the glass. You see a throne, I see a cage dressed up in mass. [CHORUS] This is my altar—cut from glass. I bleed in songs you call “high class.” I burn with grace you’ll never earn— And still, you only love the mask. So let me shatter, Let me fall. This time I crack To end it all. I made perfection just to break— Now watch me burn it for my sake. [VERSE 2] Every note’s a knife I polished, Every smile, rehearsed control. They call it “talent”—I call it silence Spun into a saint-shaped role. You crowned me, dressed me, Blessed me in your breath. But I was never holy— Just aesthetic built on death. [PRE-CHORUS – strained vocals] You want a god who never falters? Then pray to stone. I’m done with faultless rituals— I want to be known. [CHORUS – repeat with vocal layering] This is my altar—cut from glass. I bleed in songs you call “high class.” I burn with grace you’ll never earn— And still, you only love the mask. So let me shatter, Let me fall. This time I crack To end it all. I made perfection just to break— Now watch me burn it for my sake. [BRIDGE – soft, solo vocal over ambient choir] I prayed to be flawless. Now I pray to be free. You carved me divine— But I still bleed. [OUTRO – whisper-sung, layered harmonics] This altar isn’t holy. It’s just glass. And I’m done Reflecting Back What you asked.
