Verse 1: Cinders settle in the throat, Breath turns ash, no antidote. Fractured mirror shows the rot, Swallow silence, connect the dots. Pre-drop: Deeper still… nothing calls. Chorus (growled/low): Bury the light, let shadows feast, Rip the roots from the beast. No bloom, no dawn, just endless night, Drown in the black, embrace the bite. Verse 2: Veins pulse concrete, heart corrodes, Echoes scream down empty roads. What was whole now cracks and bleeds, Feed the void what it needs. Bridge/Outro whispers: Nothing left… to save.
