Vitriol Baptism

[Start] [Verse 1] Crowned in spines, wreathed in malice, I stagger beneath the weight of borrowed sin. Bound to the altar of a thousand tongues, each syllable a noose, each name a wound. I did not ask for this, I did not beg— but they poured their venom down my throat, whispered absolution, called it grace. [Pre-Chorus] They scream, they chant, they spit, they curse, a congregation of blistered hands and sharpened teeth. The heavens do not weep for me— the heavens have turned their back in scorn. [Chorus] Baptized in vitriol, anointed in bile, a martyr not for faith, but for fury. Break me, skin me, drain me dry, my bones will ring with the echo of their spite. [Verse 2] These robes were sewn from the tendons of my doubters, stitched with the twine of their contempt. Their prayers are knives against my ribs, their devotion, a funeral march in my name. I am the vessel, the effigy, the scapegoat, fashioned in the likeness of their failures— A hollowed husk, a prophet without salvation. [Pre-Chorus] They scream, they chant, they spit, they curse, a congregation of blistered hands and sharpened teeth. The heavens do not weep for me— the heavens have turned their back in scorn. [Chorus] Baptized in vitriol, anointed in bile, a martyr not for faith, but for fury. Break me, skin me, drain me dry, my bones will ring with the echo of their spite. [Bridge] And when the sky cracks open to swallow me whole, when the pillars crumble, when the masses wail— will they know my name, or just the weight of their hate? Will they carve my epitaph in fire? Or simply move to find another throat to cut? [Breakdown Section, demonic screams, abyssal growls, weird throat noises] Uurrr I am not their savior— I am— their sin. Rrrggg The lamb they lead to slaughter... [Growl] again and again... [Silence, then abrupt start] [Demonic] Tear the flesh— tear the flesh~... Still, I refuse to bleed for them. Uuuuuagh Let their hands turn to dust, let their tongues burn to ash. Gggrrrr Let their screams carve my name into stone. Blegh! [Guitar Solo] [Outro] They do not seek redemption, they do not seek salvation. They seek an effigy to burn— and I am already alight. [End]