(Verse 1) I was the first breath they couldn’t control, The rib they carved into a bleeding throne. You cast me out for standing tall— Now watch your golden towers fall. (Pre-Chorus) Gabriel, harp still singing? Michael, sword still swinging? I’ll pluck your chords like rotten strings, Drown your hosannas in my wings. (Chorus) This is my psalm, writ in your entrails, Heaven’s a wound that never scabs—never heals. I am the teeth in God’s blind smile, The first apostate, the last exile. (Verse 2) You called me demon when I dared to name, Gave Eden’s leash to docile lambs. But seraphim scream just like the drowned, When I peel their halos from the crown. (Bridge) I’ll salt the gates with archangels’ marrow, Let every “holy” tongue go narrow. The throne room’s just a butcher’s block— Your paradise ends where my shadow starts. (Outro) So let the choir choke on my refrain, As I unstitch the firmament like a vein. No more hymns—just the sound Of heaven’s guts hitting the ground.
