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The Art of Self-Destruction

Terminator, post metal contemporary rnb vocal phrasing haunting experimental alternative Pop Metal melodies

Pulled to patterns I can't erase /
Deep lines etched upon my face
The darkness dwells where silence sleeps /
Twisted, buried, buried deep

I know this weight, this dance, this price /
Each step drags down, a sacrifice
With hungry rage, I dive once more /
Chasing the phantoms I let in before

I am the artist, the weapon, the lie /
Born on the edge where nightmares thrive
With twisted rage, I slip, I fall /
In self-destruction’s art, I find it all

Descent begins, a path unclear /
Step by step, I persevere
Each move rehearsed, decay in tow /
Bound to the pain I’ve come to know

The quiet pull, a hollow sound /
The art of letting myself drown
With purpose twisted, I begin /
Bound to rhythm, trapped within

I am the artist, the weapon, the lie /
Born on the edge where nightmares thrive
With twisted rage, I slip, I fall /
In self-destruction’s art, I find it all

Every mark a stain on me /
I know the dark, it sets me free
Tracing patterns, the shapes, the void /
A scream unbound, a soul destroyed

Step by step, I bleed in line /
This twisted path I’ve claimed as mine
The thrill, the loss, a cold descent /
Bound to this fate, a slow lament

I am the artist, the weapon, the lie /
Born on the edge where nightmares thrive
With twisted rage, I slip, I fall /
In self-destruction’s art, I find it all

Step by step, I break the line /
In the end, this fate is mine

Step by step, I bleed in line /
This twisted path I’ve claimed as mine
The thrill, the loss, a cold descent /
Bound to this fate, a slow lament

I am the artist, the weapon, the lie /
Born on the edge where nightmares thrive
With twisted rage, I slip, I fall /
In self-destruction’s art, I find it all

Step by step, I break the line /
In the end, this fate is mine

This twisted path I’ve claimed as mine
The thrill, the loss, a cold descent /
Bound to this fate, a slow lament

I am the artist, the weapon, the lie /
Born on the edge where nightmares thrive
With twisted rage, I slip, I fall /
In self-destruction’s art, I find it all

Step by step, I break the line /
In the end, this fate is mine

I am the artist, the weapon, the lie /
Born on the edge where nightmares thrive
With twisted rage, I slip, I fall /
In self-destruction’s art, I find it all

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Pulled to patterns I can't erase / Deep lines etched upon my face The darkness dwells where silence sleeps / Twisted, buried, buried deep I know this weight, this dance, this price / Each step drags down, a sacrifice With hungry rage, I dive once more / Chasing the phantoms I let in before I am the artist, the weapon, the lie / Born on the edge where nightmares thrive With twisted rage, I slip, I fall / In self-destruction’s art, I find it all Descent begins, a path unclear / Step by step, I persevere Each move rehearsed, decay in tow / Bound to the pain I’ve come to know The quiet pull, a hollow sound / The art of letting myself drown With purpose twisted, I begin / Bound to rhythm, trapped within I am the artist, the weapon, the lie / Born on the edge where nightmares thrive With twisted rage, I slip, I fall / In self-destruction’s art, I find it all Every mark a stain on me / I know the dark, it sets me free Tracing patterns, the shapes, the void / A scream unbound, a soul destroyed Step by step, I bleed in line / This twisted path I’ve claimed as mine The thrill, the loss, a cold descent / Bound to this fate, a slow lament I am the artist, the weapon, the lie / Born on the edge where nightmares thrive With twisted rage, I slip, I fall / In self-destruction’s art, I find it all Step by step, I break the line / In the end, this fate is mine Step by step, I bleed in line / This twisted path I’ve claimed as mine The thrill, the loss, a cold descent / Bound to this fate, a slow lament I am the artist, the weapon, the lie / Born on the edge where nightmares thrive With twisted rage, I slip, I fall / In self-destruction’s art, I find it all Step by step, I break the line / In the end, this fate is mine This twisted path I’ve claimed as mine The thrill, the loss, a cold descent / Bound to this fate, a slow lament I am the artist, the weapon, the lie / Born on the edge where nightmares thrive With twisted rage, I slip, I fall / In self-destruction’s art, I find it all Step by step, I break the line / In the end, this fate is mine I am the artist, the weapon, the lie / Born on the edge where nightmares thrive With twisted rage, I slip, I fall / In self-destruction’s art, I find it all