[Verse 1 — low, tense, bass rumble] I pray for silence as I stare into the void, While young virgins all line up, reading Freud. Holy books with hollow spines, Kids dissecting their decline. I light a match inside my chest— It sparks, then dies like all the rest. A vow in smoke I can’t contain, A quiet war beneath my veins. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 1 — rising guitars] I used to beg for mercy just to kill the noise inside— Now every prayer I whisper is a truth I try to hide. ⸻ [Chorus — heavy, melodic] Shadowbox the ghosts that keep me crawling through my head, I’m swinging at the memories that never stayed dead. Line up every fear—I’ll chew the truth like smoke, A war inside my ribcage made of words I never spoke. And if you’re digging for the cracks beneath my scars— You’ll hear me in the breakdown, still screaming at the dark. ⸻ [POST-CHORUS DROP — SCREAMED] (half-time drums, guitars slam) TEAR ME OPEN— BREAK MY BONES— I’M THE FIGHT I FACE ALONE! SWINGING AT THE AIR— ’TIL IT SWINGS BACK— I’M A HIT THAT NEVER LANDS, BUT I NEVER FUCKING CRACK! (instrumental stab) RUNNING FROM THE MIRROR— BITE DOWN ON THE FEAR— IF THE DARKNESS WANTS A FIGHT, I’M RIGHT FUCKING HERE. ⸻ [Verse 2 — heavier, snarling bass] I kissed the king of apathy—he crowned me in his trust, While rusted saints around us turned devotion into dust. He taught me how to sleepwalk through the tremors of regret, Said, “Feeling is a luxury your soul can’t pay for yet.” The mirror shows a stranger that I never meant to be, A fighter throwing haymakers at versions of myself I see. My heartbeat staggers with the lies I can’t outrun— Another round, another ghost— and both of us are stunned. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2 — louder, sharper] I’ve been carving psalms in blood along the edges of my scars, Trying to navigate the wreckage like a ship without its stars. ⸻ [Chorus — even bigger] Shadowbox the ghosts that keep me crawling through my head, I’m swinging at the memories that never stayed dead. Line up every fear—I’ll chew the truth like smoke, A war inside my ribcage made of words I never spoke. And if you’re digging for the cracks beneath my scars— You’ll hear me in the breakdown, still screaming at the dark. ⸻ [BREAKDOWN — full metalcore, screamed] (whisper → scream) Swing. Break. Bleed. Repeat. I BUILT A CHAPEL OUT OF CHAOS AND IT’S FALLING INTO DUST— A KINGDOM OF APATHY BETWEEN THE RAGE AND RUST! SHADOWBOX THE DARKNESS— ’TIL IT DRAGS ME TO MY KNEES! THE FEAR INSIDE MY RIBS WANTS A BODY IT CAN SEIZE. (instruments drop out except toms + bass) Crown me in the wreckage— I’ll wear it like a throne. If darkness wants to take me, I won’t go alone. ⸻ [Final Chorus — soaring over heavy guitars] Shadowbox the ghosts that keep me crawling through my head, I’m swinging at the memories that never stayed dead. Line up every fear—I’ll chew the truth like smoke, A war inside my ribcage made of words I never spoke. And if you’re searching for the meaning in my scars— Just meet me in the shadows… I’m still screaming at the dark. ⸻ [Outro — whispered over fading distortion] I pray for silence. I pray for light. I pray for anything to pull me through the night.
