₱₳ⱤɆ₦₮₳Ⱡ ₳ĐVł₴ØⱤɎ (Cover)

I’m no victim, I am the hunt, I’m the reason every demon fronts. I’m the noise between pulse and tone, a heart that burns 'cause it’s too far gone. I am the ending that never starts, the wound that heals by tearing apart. I carve in walls what tears me wide, scars as sentences, truth disguised. Still breathing – though the warmth has died, my shadow runs, but never replies. I drink the rain till my heart goes wild, till the pulse reminds me I’m still vile. I see myself – a beast unkind, every wrinkle a war, every glance a crime.