I built a shrine from the words you fed me Rot in my mouth like holy disease Another night, another empty room I count the cracks like a prayer to ruin My skin feels borrowed My name feels dead I wear this silence Like a noose on my head Why do we pretend the end is coming? Why do we kneel to the things that are breaking? This is the end, the final scene A broken god, a dying dream This is the end, no turning back Just shattered glass and endless black Mirror spits back a corpse with my eyes Same old ghost in a newer disguise I choke on the rage that I hid for years It tastes like rust and swallowed tears Tell me I’m not what they made Tell me the dark won’t call my name Why do we pretend the end is coming? Why do we kneel to the things that are breaking? This is the end, the final scene A broken god, a dying dream This is the end, no turning back Just shattered glass and endless black Cut me open Find nothing there Just a hollow pulse And a scream in prayer Bite through the wires Break the frame If I’m still me Then I’m not to blame Burn it down Burn it down I made this hell I wear this crown Burn it down Burn it down Say my name Then spit it out This is the end, the final scene A broken god, a dying dream This is the end, no turning back Just shattered glass and endless black This is the end, the final scene A broken god, a dying dream This is the end, no turning back I built a shrine from the words you fed me
