Glyphs and Beats

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Title: GORGON LITURGY

[Verse 1]
I don’t walk, I pour through the dark like smoke,
jaw wired quiet, eyes full of private jokes.
Marble heart, gold vein, venom in the pose,
I bloom in the alleys where the brave won’t go.
Your pulse trips twice when my shadow bends,
you feel old sins crawl back, callin’ friends.
I’m the hush in the room when the halo cracks,
a snake-slick hymn on a human track.

[Verse 2]
Silver tongue with a serpent lisp,
I lace my truth in a poisoned kiss.
Soft-spoke hex in a silk-lined breath,
I make cowardice flirt with death.
You want prophecy? Watch my stare,
it peels your mask like thinning air.
You call it charm, I call it read:
I see the rot before it bleeds.

[Chorus]
Step in the coil, let the world slow down,
I wear my curse like a jeweled crown.
If you can’t hold stare, then you’re not my kind,
I petrify lies, not an honest mind.
I’m the myth they warned you not to know—
come taste the gospel in the undertow.
Dance in the spiral till the fear lets go,
this is Gorgon liturgy, not a show.

[Verse 3]
Labyrinth thoughts, neon temple skull,
every corridor packed, still purposeful.
I’ve died in stories I never wrote,
played villain for men who cut their own throats.
Now I sit throne in a cracked front door,
welcome the lost, eject the impure.
I’m the patron saint of the over-aware,
third-eye open, snakes in my hair.

[Bridge]
Mirror on the wall keeps glitchin’ my face,
they framed my power as “disgrace.”
But every shard just doubles my sight:
I see through gods who forged this night.
No apology in this design,
I am the omen you can’t confine.
If I say “come,” don’t ask me why—
your old self’s stone so you can survive.

[Verse 4]
I move through myth like it owes me rent,
rewrite scripts they never meant.
You want the door? I am the door.
Step correct or touch the floor.
If your heart’s foul, you’ll freeze mid-step,
if your heart’s clean, you’ll leave more prepped.
I’m not your monster under the bed,
I’m the shield you grew instead.

[Final Chorus]
Step in the coil, let your masks fall down,
I turn your fractures into crown.
If you can’t hold truth, then avert your eyes,
this love is sharp, it does not disguise.
I’m the shadow gospel under moonlit glow,
sanctified venom in a velvet flow.
Dance in the spiral till the lies corrode—
this is Gorgon liturgy,
learn the code.

[Outro]
Cold stone halo,
warm blood grin,
I don’t hide the serpent,
I just live in my skin.

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Title: GORGON LITURGY [Verse 1] I don’t walk, I pour through the dark like smoke, jaw wired quiet, eyes full of private jokes. Marble heart, gold vein, venom in the pose, I bloom in the alleys where the brave won’t go. Your pulse trips twice when my shadow bends, you feel old sins crawl back, callin’ friends. I’m the hush in the room when the halo cracks, a snake-slick hymn on a human track. [Verse 2] Silver tongue with a serpent lisp, I lace my truth in a poisoned kiss. Soft-spoke hex in a silk-lined breath, I make cowardice flirt with death. You want prophecy? Watch my stare, it peels your mask like thinning air. You call it charm, I call it read: I see the rot before it bleeds. [Chorus] Step in the coil, let the world slow down, I wear my curse like a jeweled crown. If you can’t hold stare, then you’re not my kind, I petrify lies, not an honest mind. I’m the myth they warned you not to know— come taste the gospel in the undertow. Dance in the spiral till the fear lets go, this is Gorgon liturgy, not a show. [Verse 3] Labyrinth thoughts, neon temple skull, every corridor packed, still purposeful. I’ve died in stories I never wrote, played villain for men who cut their own throats. Now I sit throne in a cracked front door, welcome the lost, eject the impure. I’m the patron saint of the over-aware, third-eye open, snakes in my hair. [Bridge] Mirror on the wall keeps glitchin’ my face, they framed my power as “disgrace.” But every shard just doubles my sight: I see through gods who forged this night. No apology in this design, I am the omen you can’t confine. If I say “come,” don’t ask me why— your old self’s stone so you can survive. [Verse 4] I move through myth like it owes me rent, rewrite scripts they never meant. You want the door? I am the door. Step correct or touch the floor. If your heart’s foul, you’ll freeze mid-step, if your heart’s clean, you’ll leave more prepped. I’m not your monster under the bed, I’m the shield you grew instead. [Final Chorus] Step in the coil, let your masks fall down, I turn your fractures into crown. If you can’t hold truth, then avert your eyes, this love is sharp, it does not disguise. I’m the shadow gospel under moonlit glow, sanctified venom in a velvet flow. Dance in the spiral till the lies corrode— this is Gorgon liturgy, learn the code. [Outro] Cold stone halo, warm blood grin, I don’t hide the serpent, I just live in my skin.

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