© 2026 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin NDC CHALLENGE - OCT.- 18th. 2026 Genre: Melodic Deathcore Theme: Devil Worshipping & Satanism Note: This song explores the moment survival demands a sacrifice of self. It follows a voice that stays alive by killing a future it once believed in, and slowly comes to worship that act of violence as a god. Framed through ritual, mirrors, and fractured identity, the lyrics use satanic imagery as a metaphor for self-betrayal, dissociation, and the quiet contracts we sign with our own shadow. What was buried to endure never truly dies, it waits, still sharp, still kicking. Lyrics: [Intro] Close your eyes. Count to three. Close your eyes. Count to three. Gas lamps hiss against wet walls. Iron already waiting on my tongue. [Verse 1] No altar. Only corridor pressed tight. Mirrors refusing to line up straight. Each reflection tries a different name on me. Each mouth moves before my lips do. Iron sharp and bright at first, like biting down on a key I never owned. I feed the thought I choked quiet years ago. Now it grows teeth against my gums. [Pre 1] My birthday slides one day left. My handwriting curls like someone else’s grip. A second voice tests my throat. Then a third. Then more. Close your eyes. Count for me. [Chorus] I WORSHIP WHAT I KILLED TO STAY ALIVE (WHAT I KILLED) TO STAY ALIVE The future I buried, still kicking, still sharp. Iron on my tongue. I bite the last “I”. Called my own shadow. And it signed my name in spit and blood. [Verse 2] The hallway folds where it never should. My mirror lags half a heartbeat behind. It shapes my secrets before I think them. Teeth already moving in someone else’s jaw. The iron’s lost all flavor now, just cold weight glued to my palate. I lift a hand to scrape it off. Fingers come back wearing someone else’s rings. [Pre 2 / Transition] Close your eyes. Count for me. Don’t be me. Don’t be. (count… count… count…) Voices line up in my throat like a queue. One steps forward. It doesn’t knock. (It doesn’t knock) [Breakdown] I WORSHIP WHAT I KILLED TO STAY ALIVE (ta-ta-ta… … ta-ta-ta…) Metal with no taste. A mouth I can’t claim. My shadow wrote the contract on the blank where my name used to sit. (ta-ta-ta… … ta-ta-ta…) The last "I" snaps The last "I" snaps It broke me first It broke me first [Outro] Close your eyes. Count to three. Close your eyes. Don’t be me. Lamps die one by one. Iron settles cold in the throat. Still kicking. Still sharp.
