Beneath My Gaze (Frostheart Mix)

Liquid Not-So-Average-core Deep Nightin-step Gale-Bro Trap, ‑monotone delivery

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[Verse 1 — rapid talk-sung / rap]
Abella bends to iron dread, tusked machine where hope bled out,
bolts in her backbone, doomsday singing in her mouth.
O’saa folds calm with crossed-up knees, then loses hold of what he sees, thinking plague wears his skin like lace, a puppet-house of disease.
Olivia spins in metal ache, cutting arms, her whole frame shakes,
steel and flesh fuse, fray, remake—she swears she’s “always been this way.”
Marcoh swells to brutal size, guilt still dripping from his eyes,
they forged him into fists and weight, now he staggers as their fate.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I do not curse, I just reveal
what sits beneath the nerve and zeal.
I press one finger to the stain,
and all your hidden shapes remain.

[Chorus 1 — held, heavy]
I peel you down, I split you true,
I make a monument of you.
No saint, no lover, no disguise,
just what survives behind your eyes.
I know the weak spot, know the scar,
I know exactly what you are.
You reach for morning, beg for dawn,
I grin above and carry on.

[Post-Chorus — chant]
Burst, if you must,
bite through the rust.
Kneel to the pull,
I know you, fool.
Break, if you bend,
this is the end.
Soul after skin,
let the real one in.

[Verse 2 — rapid talk-sung / rap]
Levi becomes a weeping gun, a child conscripted, never done,
fires his grief through meat and bone, then sobs like nobody came home.
Karin takes wing with carrion pride, dead men and stories at her side,
she feared she fed on war for name, now wears the beak of blame.
Marina drags that leashed cocoon, her father’s grip still haunts the room, body split by rule and shame, still claws to name her name.
Henryk dines in swollen sin, polished talk with rot within,
serves up flesh on silver cheer and calls himself refined in here.

[Pre-Chorus 2 — short tag]
You asked for rank, for role, for worth.
I gave your hunger second birth.

[Chorus 2 — shortened]
I peel you down, I split you true,
I make a monument of you.
No pretty myth can hold its ground,
when all your private names are found.
I know the weak spot, know the scar,
I know exactly what you are.

[Post-Chorus 2 — shortened chant]
Split at the seam,
wake from the dream.
Blood into sign,
your ruin is mine.

[Verse 3 — rapid talk-sung / rap]
Samarie blooms in flayed-out black, a ruined wish that can’t turn back,
calls it beauty, calls it whole, raising corpses from the soil.
Tanaka breaks through glass and cord, a bleeding clerk with slogans stored, family built a stricter man, now he whips through every plan.
Caligura, plain as disease, becomes the thing that crawls and wheezes, he is the verdict, foul and mute, no metaphor could top that brute.
Then Daan goes still where sorrow sat, and wears the grin of Pocketcat, a borrowed coat, a painted head, a host where older filth is fed.
Pav won’t bend for me at all, he dies before my fever calls,
August would rather carve his grave than let my mark decide his shape.

[Pre-Chorus 3 — short tag]
Most of you were built to break.
I only give the final ache.

[Chorus 3 — shortened + final bite]
I peel you down, I split you true,
I make a monument of you.
Contestant, cop, or nameless stray,
I pull the buried rot to day.
I know the weak spot, know the scar,
I know exactly what you are.
You curse my name, yet still you bend,
I am the truth you cannot fend.

[Breakdown — trimmed]
Look at you now, no titles left,
no mothers’ hopes, no scraps you kept.
Just marrow, panic, birth, and bile,
a final shape that fits your file.
The tower waits, the rails still ring.
You wanted life, I wanted everything.
I saw the brute, I saw the leash,
the child beneath the beast.
I saw the vulture, saw the fraud,
and dragged them upward, one by one, to god.

[Post-Chorus — final chant]
Burst, if you must.
Rot in your trust.
Name what you hid.
I know what you did.

[Outro]
Three nights gone and still I feed
on every prayer, on every need.
No judge above, no saving hand,
just pale green hanging over land.
You feared the face you’d someday wear,
I only met you halfway there.
And when the last one starts to rise,
I’ll still be staring from the skies.

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[Intro] I watch the marrow crack and spread, I count the wants inside each head. No prayer can hide, no mask can spare, I pull the rot straight through the air. You little things that begged for more, now drag your truth across my floor. Three nights to strip the heart down raw, three nights beneath my open jaw. [Verse 1 — rapid talk-sung / rap] Abella bends to iron dread, tusked machine where hope bled out, bolts in her backbone, doomsday singing in her mouth. O’saa folds calm with crossed-up knees, then loses hold of what he sees, thinking plague wears his skin like lace, a puppet-house of disease. Olivia spins in metal ache, cutting arms, her whole frame shakes, steel and flesh fuse, fray, remake—she swears she’s “always been this way.” Marcoh swells to brutal size, guilt still dripping from his eyes, they forged him into fists and weight, now he staggers as their fate. [Pre-Chorus 1] I do not curse, I just reveal what sits beneath the nerve and zeal. I press one finger to the stain, and all your hidden shapes remain. [Chorus 1 — held, heavy] I peel you down, I split you true, I make a monument of you. No saint, no lover, no disguise, just what survives behind your eyes. I know the weak spot, know the scar, I know exactly what you are. You reach for morning, beg for dawn, I grin above and carry on. [Post-Chorus — chant] Burst, if you must, bite through the rust. Kneel to the pull, I know you, fool. Break, if you bend, this is the end. Soul after skin, let the real one in. [Verse 2 — rapid talk-sung / rap] Levi becomes a weeping gun, a child conscripted, never done, fires his grief through meat and bone, then sobs like nobody came home. Karin takes wing with carrion pride, dead men and stories at her side, she feared she fed on war for name, now wears the beak of blame. Marina drags that leashed cocoon, her father’s grip still haunts the room, body split by rule and shame, still claws to name her name. Henryk dines in swollen sin, polished talk with rot within, serves up flesh on silver cheer and calls himself refined in here. [Pre-Chorus 2 — short tag] You asked for rank, for role, for worth. I gave your hunger second birth. [Chorus 2 — shortened] I peel you down, I split you true, I make a monument of you. No pretty myth can hold its ground, when all your private names are found. I know the weak spot, know the scar, I know exactly what you are. [Post-Chorus 2 — shortened chant] Split at the seam, wake from the dream. Blood into sign, your ruin is mine. [Verse 3 — rapid talk-sung / rap] Samarie blooms in flayed-out black, a ruined wish that can’t turn back, calls it beauty, calls it whole, raising corpses from the soil. Tanaka breaks through glass and cord, a bleeding clerk with slogans stored, family built a stricter man, now he whips through every plan. Caligura, plain as disease, becomes the thing that crawls and wheezes, he is the verdict, foul and mute, no metaphor could top that brute. Then Daan goes still where sorrow sat, and wears the grin of Pocketcat, a borrowed coat, a painted head, a host where older filth is fed. Pav won’t bend for me at all, he dies before my fever calls, August would rather carve his grave than let my mark decide his shape. [Pre-Chorus 3 — short tag] Most of you were built to break. I only give the final ache. [Chorus 3 — shortened + final bite] I peel you down, I split you true, I make a monument of you. Contestant, cop, or nameless stray, I pull the buried rot to day. I know the weak spot, know the scar, I know exactly what you are. You curse my name, yet still you bend, I am the truth you cannot fend. [Breakdown — trimmed] Look at you now, no titles left, no mothers’ hopes, no scraps you kept. Just marrow, panic, birth, and bile, a final shape that fits your file. The tower waits, the rails still ring. You wanted life, I wanted everything. I saw the brute, I saw the leash, the child beneath the beast. I saw the vulture, saw the fraud, and dragged them upward, one by one, to god. [Post-Chorus — final chant] Burst, if you must. Rot in your trust. Name what you hid. I know what you did. [Outro] Three nights gone and still I feed on every prayer, on every need. No judge above, no saving hand, just pale green hanging over land. You feared the face you’d someday wear, I only met you halfway there. And when the last one starts to rise, I’ll still be staring from the skies.

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