[Verse 1] Splinters in my blood are rising, gnawing the pulse beneath my throat. Your hollow vows keep dying— I turn your scripture into smoke. [Pre-Chorus] Drag me under— I still won’t bow. If pain is holy, carve me now. [Chorus] Litany of the razorborn— I shout it through the night. Strip out the mercy, give me the fight. Burn every truth you welded in my spine. I rise in rupture— a faith you can’t define. [Verse 2] Echoes tear from my ribcage, howling the sins you tried to chain. I stain the air with fractured rage— a psalm distorted past the frame. [Pre-Chorus] Drag me under— I still won’t bow. If pain is holy, carve me now. [Chorus] Litany of the razorborn— I shout it through the night. Strip out the mercy, give me the fight. Burn every truth you welded in my spine. I rise in rupture— a faith you can’t define. [Bridge] Pull me deeper if you dare to— I’ve knelt at sharper thrones. Every wound becomes a gospel, every scar reshapes my bones. If your heaven tries to cut me down, I’ll light its gates ablaze. I’m not the one who’s breaking— I am the creed your fear has raised. [Final Chorus] Litany of the razorborn— I shout it through the night. Strip out the mercy, give me the fight. Burn every truth you welded in my spine. I rise in rupture— a faith you can’t define.
