[singer A] [Intro: dark violin, low thunder, distant war horns] They carved their curses into the door, Left them bleeding on the floor. But every word they spat at night Came back wearing iron and bite. [Verse 1: low rap, clenched teeth] “You’re useless,” they said, with a grin like rust, Like I was born from ash and dust. “A burden,” they laughed, “too heavy to save,” So I learned how to breathe in a grave. “Ugly,” “fat,” “no good,” “stupid,” Every word hit sharp, every wound went lucid. “Garbage,” “loser,” “piece of shit,” They lit the match and called me it. But I kept their venom in a black glass jar, Hung it from my ribs like a dying star. Now the jar cracks, now the wolves sing, Now the dead words crown me king. [Pre-Chorus: screamed backing vocals, violin rising] Say it again! Say it again! Let the axe hear every sin! Say it again! Say it again! Your curse is where my war begins! [transition] [singer B] [Intro] (Whispered over a single heartbeat and distant violin) They always say... Words can hurt. They never tell you... The sharpest ones... Might be your own. [Verse 1] Nobody's yelling. Nobody's there. Yet somehow this room Is louder than anywhere. Every mirror Repeats the same refrain. A voice that learned my name... Then turned it into pain. [Pre-Chorus] Words engraved Beneath my skin, Like someone carved them Deep within. Too fat. Too loud. Too quiet. Too much. Not enough. They echo louder Than any crowd. [Chorus] What if the sharpest words Were never spoken out loud? What if they were whispered By the voice I can't shut down? "You'll never be enough." "They all deserve someone better." Every scar Still remembers... Every lie Wore my own voice. [transition] [singer A] [Chorus: screamed, gravecore drums, Viking chant underneath] Words have power, words draw blood, Words sink teeth in bone and mud. “You’re useless!” “A burden!” “Ugly!” “Fat!” I drag every curse to the battlefield back! Words have power, words leave scars, Turn bright souls into funeral stars. “Asshole!” “Stupid!” “Garbage!” “Loser!” But I am the storm you failed to butcher! [Bridge Build: violin shrieking, drums like marching giants] “You’re useless.” No. “A burden.” No. “Ugly.” No. “Fat.” No. “Garbage.” No. “Stupid.” No. “No good.” No. “Loser.” No. I am not your curse. I am not your dirt. I am not the wound you fed. I am the howl that wakes the dead. [Breakdown: screamed rap] Bury the word! Burn the tongue! Break the chain! Beat the drum! Bury the word! Burn the lie! Raise the axe! Split the sky! [transition] [singer B] [Bridge] (The violin begins to change—from mourning to defiance.) Maybe... That voice isn't mine. Maybe... It's every cruel word I carried home. Every judgment. Every rejection. Every moment I believed I wasn't enough. Maybe... The truth has been quieter... Waiting... For me To finally Listen. [Final Chorus] (Full orchestra, heavy drums, soaring violin.) The sharpest words May live inside my head... But they don't get To write the ending. I am more Than every lie I learned to repeat. The scars may remember... But so does my strength. Today... I choose A different voice. [singer A] [Outro: dark violin fading, low chant] They spoke the poison. I heard the war. They named me nothing. I became more. Ho. Ho. Let the dead words go. Ho. Ho. Let the ravens
