[Intro — Whispered Female Vocal | Cathedral Reverb + Distant Chains] They call it falling... like touching the earth was something to be ashamed of. [metal chain softly drags] But I chose to feel. Tell me— which one of us is really cursed? [Verse 1 — Crimson | Airy, Dark Melodic] Born beneath the same light, two halves of something divine, you looked toward the heavens, I saw the hurt left behind. They wanted judgment like fire, something holy and clean, but I've seen good inside sinners and monsters dressed like kings. So I wrapped my wings around me, let the feathers touch the dirt. If being mortal means feeling— then let me fucking hurt. [Pre-Chorus — Sub Slowly Rising] I don't need heaven to tell me what's right. I've held broken people through the longest nights. If mercy makes me fallen...then watch me descend. I'd rather stand beside them than above them again. [Chorus — Crimson | Expansive Melodic House] Let the chains fall heavy, I can carry their weight. I don't believe we're only the worst choices that we've made. Call me fallen, call me cursed, I have walked among the wounded— I know what healing's worth. If heaven needs me spotless to recognize my heart... I'd rather keep my scars. [DROP — Dark Melodic House × Deep Wubs] Keep my scars... Call me fallen... [deep sub rolls beneath cathedral choir] I chose the earth... [Verse 2 — Crimson | Intimate] I've watched repentance tremble in the hands of those condemned, seen somebody lose themselves and learn to choose again. Punishment is easy when you're staring from above. It's harder looking in their eyes and asking what they could become. Maybe justice isn't vengeance. Maybe strength can still forgive. What's the point of being divine if you forget how humans live? [Pre-Chorus II — Crimson + Ethereal Female Harmonies] So bind my hands. Hide my wings. Tell the world I'm everything an angel shouldn't be. Good. Then maybe they'll know they can come to me. [Chorus II — Bigger] Let the chains fall heavy, I can carry their weight. I don't believe we're only the worst choices that we've made. Call me fallen, call me cursed, I have walked among the wounded— I know what healing's worth. If heaven needs me spotless to recognize my heart... I'd rather keep my scars. [Extended Wub Drop — Instrumental Forward] [chains become percussion] Fallen... Fallen... Still divine... [Bridge — Nearly A Cappella | Crimson Close-Mic] Maybe they got one thing wrong. I never fell. [silence] I came down. There's a difference. I wanted dirt beneath my feet. I wanted blood beneath the skin. I wanted to know why humans keep trying... even after everything they've done. [soft inhale] You call that weakness? I call it... hope. [FINAL BUILD — Cathedral Choir + Rising Sub] Bind my hands... Hide my wings... I am still... [complete silence as Crimson, whispered:] Look at me. [FINAL DROP + CHORUS — Huge but Ethereal] I'M STILL DIVINE. Let the chains fall heavy, let them sing against the floor. Every scar I ever carried only made me something more. Call me fallen. I'll wear the name. You can drag my wings through darkness— I will love them all the same. No heaven needs to save me. No judgment owns my heart. I touched the earth and found myself— inside the scars... [Outro — Chains + Distant Piano] I never needed to be above them. ... I just needed to understand.
