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Ashes in My Mouth.

V5

[Verse 1 – slow, whispery, erzählerisch] Woke up on the cold floor, taste of iron on my tongue, Shirt all torn, nails too long. Moonlight gone, but it stains my skin, Something in my chest won’t let me breathe in. I see footprints painted darker than tar, Claw marks on the door of a stranger’s car. Ask myself quiet: Was that me last night? Or some shadow-wolf runnin’ wild in my bite? [Chorus – metaphoric, inner conflict] 🌕 Awooo— the mirror won’t show what I done, Eyes still burnin’ from the killin’ sun. Awooo— I carry the crown of the beast I wear, Blood on my hands but nobody there. [Verse 2 – Erinnerungen blitzen auf] Flash of a scream in an alley I know, Liquor on my lips, but the howl stole the show. A cross hit the ground, a preacher cried, Silver words bent, and the bullets lied. Streetlamps flickered like they knew my name, Every shadow callin’ me into the flame. I ran, but I ran in my own two skins, The hunter, the hunted – I can’t tell which wins. [Chorus] 🌕 Awooo— the mirror won’t show what I done, Eyes still burnin’ from the killin’ sun. Awooo— I carry the crown of the beast I wear, Blood on my hands but nobody there. [Bridge – leiser Monolog, brüchige Stimme] I ask the silence: How many this time? I beg my own shadow, but it won’t rewind. The moon is my master, I’m only its fool, A broken reflection, a half-dead ghoul. [Verse 3 – steigert sich, selbstanklage] Windows smashed, and the bottles still bleed, Echo of sirens, they don’t come for me. I see the bite mark glowing in my chest, Every dawn I swear: this night’s the last. But when the howl grows under my breath, It steals my promise, it cheats my death. I am the story I swore I’d deny, The wolf in my veins, the man in the lie. [Final Chorus – verzweifelt, voller Bilder] 🌕 Awooo— ashes in my mouth, I choke it down, Teeth in my soul wear a crooked crown. Awooo— no silver can chain what the dark lets loose, I’m the noose, I’m the wound, I’m the broken truth. [Outro – flüsternd, verhallend] …woke up on the floor, and I can’t wash it off. Moon’s gone, but she left her claws.