[0:00 - 0:35] [Intro] (Raw, detuned acoustic guitar picks a sharp, uncomfortable minor riff) (A cello bow drags roughly across low strings, creating harsh mechanical tension) (Heavy, slow drum kick thuds like blood dripping on wooden floors) [0:35 - 1:20] [Verse 1] (Voix basse, râpeuse, pleine de détresse physique) I thought the time had closed the lines upon my wrists and mind I thought I left the jagged edge of memory behind But every night the thread gives way, the skin begins to tear Reopening the crimson tracks I wasn't meant to wear The stitches pull, the fever burns, the old pain feels so new There’s nothing clean inside of me for time to run into [1:20 - 1:50] [Pre-Chorus] (La voix se tord de douleur, le violoncelle grince plus fort) The thread is snapping one by one... The damage never will be undone... Look at what I have become... [1:50 - 2:40] [Chorus] (Explosion brutale - Mur de guitares distordues saturées, voix hurlée avec une agonie pure) Bleeding through my unstitched scars again! Trapped inside an endless cycle of relentless pain! You can't bandage what is rotten at the core! I am tearing open wounds upon the floor! (Voice cracks violently, heavy raspy gasp for breath) [2:40 - 3:20] [Verse 2] (Retour à l'acoustique stridente et au violoncelle râpeux, voix tremblante) No medicine can patch the holes that go this deep inside I spent my whole life looking for a place where I could hide The ghost of every past mistake is cutting through the flesh Making sure the agony stays accurate and fresh I’m tired of trying to mend a body made of paper skin The hemorrhage was destined from the moment I began [3:20 - 4:10] [Chorus] (Explosion maximale - Chant totalement arraché, distorsion écrasante) Bleeding through my unstitched scars again! Trapped inside an endless cycle of relentless pain! You can't bandage what is rotten at the core! I am tearing open wounds upon the floor! [4:10 - 4:50] [Bridge] (Tempo ralentit au maximum, lourdeur doom insupportable, voix déchirée) Torn open... No closure... Permanent exposure... Let it bleed... [4:50 - 5:30] [Outro] (La distorsion s'effondre dans un feedback strident, ne laissant que le violoncelle) (Voice cracked, weeping whisper) Unstitched... Always bleeding... No more healing... (Rough cello note dies down into cold silence) (Absolute silence) [End]
