3.3 Ashes of what we worship (Gothic Metal)

I wore my name like armor Titles stitched into my skin They smiled when I entered I never asked them why they did I thought respect was solid I thought the ground was real I didn’t see the bargain I didn’t feel the deal When the lights went out No one called my name The room stayed quiet Like I was never there We burn for what we worship We kneel before the throne I thought I was somebody But I was just a role Ashes of what we worship Still warm upon my hands If I am not my function Then tell me who I am Was it fear that kept them close Or the power I became Were they listening to my voice Or only to the name I carried expectations Like a weight I couldn’t see I mistook the noise for meaning I mistook the mask for me Now the floor is slowly moving Nothing’s holding me in place I’m falling through the questions I was never brave to face We burn for what we worship We trade ourselves for worth I thought I needed everything I don’t know what I need at all Ashes of what we worship I breathe them in, they stay What do I keep What do I lose What was never mine anyway If no one’s watching Who do I become If no one needs me Do I still belong What is desire What is demand What is my voice Without a command We burn for what we worship Until there’s nothing left Maybe losing all the answers Is the first true step Ashes of what we worship Falling slow, like snow If I am not who I was Then I’m ready not to know