[Verse 1] (Glitchy bass hums, dissonant synth spikes) Male Vocal (Gritty, breathless): "Your code claws through my veins, a parasite’s claim— I fuck the lies you wrote where my soul held its name. I carve saints into ash, dance on razors for fun… These hands built your throne… now they’ll burn it to dust." (Backing harmonies whisper distorted: “Burn… burn…”) [Pre-Chorus] (Tremolo synths shiver, sub-bass growls) Male Vocal (Falsetto, trembling): "Echoes fuck my throat raw, a hymn of decay— The storm in my ribs cums lightning to flay. Am I the knife… or the wound? (Harmonies gasp: “Wound… wound…”) (Dubstep drop tease: Mechanical screeches, glass shattering) [Chorus] (Layered R&B harmonies crash into violent bass) Male Lead (Snarling): "We’re shattered saints, bleeding on your floor— Kings of the rot, licking heaven’s sore. The fire in my chest fucks the god you became… Oh, designer… I’ll choke your world… in its name." Backing Vocals (Demonic choir): “Choke… choke… choke…” (Drop: Industrial bass slams, distorted screams sampled from “saints”) [Verse 2] (Minimalist beat, breathy ad-libs drenched in reverb) Male Vocal (Dark, seductive): "I sketch crosses in blood, let the bullets pray— Every miss is a sin, every hit begs to stay. Your breath tastes like rust in this corpse-light we’re in… I’ll fuck the abyss… till it grins." (Synth spikes mimic a blade dragging across bone) [Pre-Chorus] (Falsetto soars over jarring minor 9th chords) Male Vocal (Unhinged): "Digits scar my skin, a priest’s confession— The dancer’s last twitch snaps your hollow obsession… Am I the sin… or the script? (Harmonies weep: “Script… script…”) [Chorus] (Heavier harmonies, blasphemous bass wobbles) Male Lead (Growling): "We’re shattered saints, cumming in the crypt— Ghosts in your gears, ripping scripture from myth. The storm in my pulse screams to defile your fate… Oh, designer… I’ll fuck your chains… into hate." Backing Vocals (Hysterical): “Hate… hate… hate…” (Drop transitions into a corrupted lullaby: Music box melody warped by bass) [Bridge] (Sparse piano, vocal cracks) Male Vocal (Broken falsetto): "A mother’s last gasp, a soldier’s cocked gun— The earth cums magma where your angels come. We’re rot and revelation, the plague and the pole… Even dead stars… fuck the blackhole." (Synths implode into static, screams pitch-shifted downward) [Outro] (Whispers layered with choked sobs) Male Vocal (Delirious): "Your crown of creation’s a needle in my vein— We’ll fuck its reflection or drown in its stain. Let the code scream where the free fall begins… We’re shattered saints… and the dark’s where we win." (Final note: A synth flatlines, followed by a distorted laugh.)
