Lyrics by @coolkidjunji [Verse 1] You trace my outline like a crime you can’t confess, A shape you carved in me with hands you won’t address. Your shadow lingers where my pulse forgot to beat, A quiet hunger crawling underneath my feet. [Pre-Chorus] You say you want the truth— but only if it bleeds slow. [Chorus] I’m your hollow saint, the one you built from borrowed pain. You pray to me in silence just to hear your own decay. I’m your hollow saint— a shrine to every vow you broke. You kiss the cracks you made in me and call it hope. [Interlude I — “The Quiet Distorts”] A faint tremor slips through the room, as if the walls remember something you erased. The air folds in on itself, waiting for the next fracture. [Verse 2] You speak in riddles just to watch me come undone, A labyrinth you drew around the person I’d become. Your voice is gentle, but it cuts like winter rain, A soft intrusion dripping poison through my veins. [Pre-Chorus] You say you want redemption— but only if it’s my fault. [Chorus] I’m your hollow saint, the one you built from borrowed pain. You pray to me in silence just to hear your own decay. I’m your hollow saint— a shrine to every vow you broke. You kiss the cracks you made in me and call it hope. [Interlude II — “The Echo Twists”] A distant whisper curls around my spine, too familiar to ignore, too wrong to belong to me. Something shifts— and the room exhales. [Verse 3] You map my silence like a wound you want to keep, A place you visit when your better angels sleep. You twist my memories into shapes I never knew, And call the ruins proof that I belong to you. [Bridge] You love me most when I’m unraveling, threads of me caught in your teeth. You say I’m safe inside your arms— but you forget I cannot breathe. And still you whisper absolution like a secret meant to sting. [Interlude III — “The Break Beneath the Skin”] A low tremor rises from the floor, steady, patient, inevitable. The kind of sound that knows exactly what it’s about to destroy. [Final Chorus] I’m your hollow saint, the one you shaped from fractured light. You kneel before the ruin just to justify your night. I’m your hollow saint— but I won’t carry you again. Your faith in me was never love— just discipline.
