“Souvenirs in the Dark” Verse 1 I wore my sins like a tailored suit, stitched in gold but the lining brute. Every cheer was a loaded lie, every mirror just passed me by. Woke up in cities still coughing smoke, every block got a scar, every scar got a joke. I used to drown in the weight of it all, now I hear it whisper when the sirens call. Pre-Chorus I walk through rooms I never leave, locked in thoughts I can’t retrieve. And silence grows heavier than sound, when there’s no one else around. Chorus Every sin’s a souvenir in the dark I can’t erase, every lie a work of art I still see on my face. Built a kingdom out of ashes, now I’m choking on the proof, that the truth was always buried underneath the truth. And I can’t tell if I’m falling or I’m finally awake, but the weight of what I was is everything I can’t shake. Verse 2 I was young, I was vicious, had a devil in my grin, burned my name into the night, let the chaos pull me in. Thought I owned every soul, thought I danced above the fall, now I’m picking through the echoes bouncing off a broken wall. No mansion, no crown, just a war in my head, every “not enough” is a ghost I’ve been fed. And I see the stranger standing where I used to be, not asking for control, just trying to reach me. Pre-Chorus 2 But reason turns into a cage, when every voice ignites in rage… Chorus Every sin’s a souvenir in the dark I can’t erase, every lie a work of art I still see on my face. Built a kingdom out of ashes, now I’m choking on the proof, that the truth was always buried underneath the truth. And I can’t tell if I’m falling or I’m finally awake, but the weight of what I was is everything I can’t shake. Bridge But there’s a shift when someone stays, when silence doesn’t win the day. A hand reaches through the fading light, not to lead me—just to make it right. Let it rain, let it break, let it strip me down, I found something human underneath the sound. All the scars became reminders, not just proof of the pain, but evidence I didn’t disappear in the rain. Final Chorus Every sin’s a souvenir, but it doesn’t own my name, every lie a work of art, but I’m more than what it framed. Built a kingdom out of ashes, but I’m stepping through the smoke, learning how to breathe again in every broken note. And if I’m not careful, I might finally be free— not by losing who I was, but by letting it be me. Outro (spoken) Don’t you love the show… or do you finally want it to end?
