Bleach ( Cobblestone Cut )

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 Verse 1 He don’t wear colors, he wears convictions Midnight tailored, stitched addiction Front door painted funeral black Like he never planned on coming back Johnny Cash hums in his low-talk drawl Elvis in leather framed on the wall “Paint It Black” on a Sunday drive He don’t let daylight touch his life Three walk-ins deep of designer sin Tom Ford tees from every country he’s been Black on black on black—amen He loved the dark like it loved him Verse 2 (Porsche Reveal / Discovery) I found the truth parked crooked in our drive Black Porsche purring like it’s still alive Red bow bleeding down the hood Said “from him” like a man who would No dust on it, still smelled brand new Leather cleaner and cheap perfume Glove box shook when I reached inside Found a receipt he didn’t even hide Credit card numbers, a motel name Lipstick kiss in a paper stain That’s when the silence talked me back And every lie turned jet-black Pre-Chorus You wrote her stars in borrowed light Called her freckles “angel signs” I got no freckles, never did But I learn quick when heaven lies Chorus (Scream-Sing / Arena-Built) So I poured me a halo outta dollar-store bleach Left white little stars on your everything black You called her freckles “angel kisses” on sheets Now the angels done kissed every suit on your back Yeah you worshipped the dark, yeah you lived in the night Johnny Cash on your breath, Elvis dressed up in spite You bought her that Porsche, thought you buried the truth— So I painted your world white, motherfucker—BLEACH Verse 3 (Execution Walkthrough) Laundry room humming like a choir sings Two spray bottles full of holy things Mist in the air like a slow parade Every trigger pull felt custom-made Black silk jackets, black wool dreams Italian cuts and Japanese seams Couch suede crying, leather scarred Left constellations in every yard Bridge (Savage, Calm, Deciding Moment) I passed your gun safe, caught my grin Two black pistols, cowboy saints Thought about mercy—then thought again Mercy don’t live where liars pray You made her stars outta skin and lies Wrote her heaven in lowercase lines I don’t have freckles—I don’t need grace I make constellations in better ways (half-beat drop / breath) Laundry room humming… Twist the nozzle—listen to angels scream Final Chorus (Bigger / Gang Vocals) So I poured me a halo outta dollar-store bleach Left white little stars on your everything black You called her freckles “angel kisses” on sheets Now the angels done kissed every suit on your back Yeah you worshipped the dark, yeah you lived in the night Johnny Cash on your breath, Elvis dressed up in spite You bought her that Porsche, thought you buried the truth— So I painted your world white, motherfucker—BLEACH Outro (Quiet, Smiling, Walk-Away) Now the moon’s got freckles And the dark ain’t yours Funny how clean it feels When you don’t love him anymore