Verse 1 Do you know your A B C's or how to count to 1 2 3? Can you spell out the chaos, or just chase the beat down to infinity? It's not my heart that is broke— It's the rhythm of the rain that drowns out my symphony. Chorus When the temperature rises, We shatter into the fever, screaming on the brink of collapse. Only to fall upward into the clouds, Where the lightning scars our flesh with lies we can't erase. Verse 2 Marked by the beast, And branded in the fire of a thousand silent screams. O please— Oh, spare me the mercy, 'cause the demons hunger for our blood. Bridge Have mercy On this carousel of thorns, where the broken gods bleed out in vain. Chi chi chi ehu ehu— Resonances in the rift, where the wraiths weave requiems from rusted strings, Humming hollow hymns that hack at the heart's hidden hinges— B-born of broken bones, looping lies we can't unlearn.
