[Verse 1] There’s a place the compass refuses to name, Where the tide swallows truth and spits out flame, Where the maps all burn in a velvet lie, And the stars look down but won’t testify. Gold teeth gleam in a blood-warm grin, Every saint that arrives sheds their skin, Every promise dissolves in the heat of breath, Every prayer tastes sweet as a step toward death. [Pre-Chorus] I hear it calling through the marrow and bone, Like a choir of ghosts that sound like home, I curse its name with a trembling tongue— But it sings me back like I still belong. [Chorus] Oh, I hate the way it pulls me under, Like a velvet chain, like a holy thunder, Where the night don’t break and the sins don’t fade, Where the soul gets sold but the price gets paid. I spit its poison, I drink it deeper, Call it my curse, call it my keeper, I’d burn it down if I could let go— But it lives in the dark of my blood and bone. [Verse 2] Silk and shadows and silent screams, Bought and bartered like broken dreams, Eyes that beg but never speak, Hearts that harden, hands that take. There’s a throne built high on a bed of shame, Where desire and power are one and the same, Where the air is thick with a fevered prayer, And mercy died but nobody cares. [Pre-Chorus] I feel its breath like a brand on my skin, Like a lover I loathe but I still let in, Every step away just circles me— Back to the edge of that endless sea. [Chorus] Oh, I hate the way it pulls me under, Like a velvet chain, like a holy thunder, Where the night don’t break and the sins don’t fade, Where the soul gets sold but the price gets paid. I scream its name but it sounds like mine, Like a crooked prayer in a straight-line lie, I’d drown it all if I could let go— But it lives in the dark of my blood and bone. [Bridge] If there’s a god, He don’t walk that shore, If there’s a door, it don’t lead back anymore, And I swore I’d never return again— But I feel that fire beneath my skin. It whispers soft like a lover’s plea, “You were never lost, you belong to me,” And I break, I bend, I fall, I run— Right back into what I’ve become. [Final Chorus] Oh, I hate the way it calls me closer, Like a dying sun on a sinner’s shoulder, Where the chains feel warm and the dark feels right, And the wrong burns brighter than any light. I am the wound and the blade that feeds it, I am the hunger that never leaves me, I’d tear it out if I could let go— But it lives in the dark of my blood and bone. [Outro] So let it call… I’ll curse, I’ll crawl… And when I fall— I won’t fight it at all.
