You were never real… were you? (Choir pad fades in like breath on glass) [Verse 1] I wear your silence like a second skin, Threadbare, translucent, letting the cold in. The mirror shows a shape that used to breathe, Now just a smudge where a soul should be. I failed the hands that reached through the flame, Watched them blacken while I whispered your name. Every “I love you” curdled on my tongue, Turned to rust in the lungs of the unsung. I’m the echo in rooms you vacated at dawn, A ghost learning how to haunt its own form. [Pre-Chorus] (Guitars swell, vocal layers stack) And the demon sings in perfect pitch— “You were born to be the glitch.” Every heartbeat is a debt unpaid, Every shadow is a choice I made. [Chorus] I am worthless—carve it in the marrow, A hymn for the hollow, a dirge for the narrow. Failed every god that knelt at my feet, Now I’m paralyzed in the space between heartbeats. Numb as the void that swallows the sun, A ghost of a human—already undone. (Screamed falsetto) Take me! Break me! Let the choir weep! I’m the ache you buried six fathoms deep! (Ad-lib whispers under: nothing… nothing… nothing…) [Verse 2] I still set the table for phantoms at night, Pour wine for the throats that vanished from sight. Their chairs creak with the weight of my shame, I mouth apologies no one can claim. The demon curls closer, warm as a blade, Whispers “You were the mistake they never made.” I nod in the dark, agree with the sting, Let the numbness spread like a baptismal ring. My pulse is a metronome counting to zero, A requiem written for a anti-hero. [Pre-Chorus] (Organ drone joins, guitars detune) And the choir ascends in minor thirds— “You were never the verse, just the curse in the words.” Every scar is a stanza I failed to complete, Every silence a vow I was born to delete. [Final Chorus/Outro] I am worthless—etch it in the static, A prayer for the paralytic, a psalm for the tragic. Failed every light that tried to burn through, Now I’m frozen in the blue where the ghosts outgrew. Numb as the grave that sings my name, A shell with no echo, no spark, no flame. (Voice splinters into falsetto) Take me… break me… let the heavens fall… I’m the space between heartbeats—nothing at all… (Everything collapses—piano wrong note returns, tape hiss swallows the last breath)
