Verse 1 Trapped inside the shadow of a monolithic block, Drowning in the static while the quiet turns to shock. Submerged beneath a silence that is heavy as a stone, Carving out the memories I carry on my own. Burying my brothers, all my kin, and every friend, Standing in the solitary center at the end. Inspecting heavy footprints that I etched into the clay, Praying for redemption for the damage in my wake— There’s no love in the dark, no mercy in the cold, And no peace in the grave where the history is told. Verse 2 Standing in the ashes of the bridges that I torched, Searching for a lesson on a page that has been scorched. Darkness is a shadow-friend that whispers through the screen, Synthesizing truths about the places where I’ve been. Reaching toward an overcast and suffocating sky, Hoping for a sudden flash of light to pass me by. Bridge Entropy is working on the structure of my soul, Counting pyrrhic victories that took a final toll. Every step I took was just a phantom on the track, A slow progression forward with no way of turning back. Chorus Clawing through the concrete, fighting off the freeze, Choking on the echo of my quiet guarantees. The dark is not a haven, it’s a monument to loss, And every bridge incinerated came with a cost. So strike a match against the cold, ignite the hollow air— If peace is just a memory, then let me burn it bare. Outro Burn it bare! Let it fall, let it break, let it tear! No grace, no ground, no prayer— Just the ash in the hollow air. I scorched the bridge. I paid the cost. I AM THE MONUMENT TO LOSS
