
Cathartic Catechism (Cover)
Verse 1 Whispers in my marrow sing, Ashes of a holy thing, Kneeling at the altar’s grin, Praying for the storm within. I bled my doubts through fractured glass, Sanctified my broken past, Every scar a sacred vow, To never bow, to never drown. Pre-Chorus Faith was a weapon dressed in white, But I’ve learned how to love the fight. If I burn, at least I glow, Salvation’s just a word I’ll outgrow. Chorus This is my cathartic catechism— A sermon screamed through shattered prism. Confession carved in blood and smoke, Every word a chain I broke. I’m not your angel, not your sin, I am the silence breaking in. Through every prayer they used to bind, I found the god they left behind. Verse 2 Choirs wail in static tones, Echoing through hollow bones, Faithful ghosts that tried to stay, But I exorcised them all today. Sanctuary turned to flame, Penance whispered in my name, I kissed the dark, it set me free, Now my wounds sing liturgy. Pre-Chorus There’s holiness in shattered things, Resurrection from what bleeds. I’ll rise baptized in gasoline, And crown myself the in-between. Chorus This is my cathartic catechism— A sermon screamed through shattered prism. Confession carved in blood and smoke, Every word a chain I broke. I’m not your angel, not your sin, I am the silence breaking in. Through every prayer they used to bind, I found the god they left behind. Bridge Let the thunder be my hymn, Let the lightning tear my skin. From ruin’s throat I’ll resurrect, Every wound a holy dialect. Sanctify the rage in me, Unveil the ghost I used to be. My tears are acid, my faith’s a spark, Reborn in fire, reborn from dark. Breakdown Choke the choir, crown the flame, Heaven never knew my name. Light me up, I’ll burn divine, This salvation’s finally mine. Final Chorus This is my cathartic catechism— My truth reborn through prism schism. Every scream’s a sacrament, Every scar a testament. I’m not your angel, not your sin, I am the voice beneath the skin. No more silence, no more chains— I’ve found my god within the pain. Outro Incense fades, the candles cry, But I am still the reason why. No absolution, no disguise— Only truth behind these eyes. This is my cathartic catechism— My darkness is my baptism.

