[Verse 1 | whispered vocals, reverb-soaked clean guitar, fragile ambience] I wear this skin like rusted chains, Every heartbeat tastes like pain. Hands once warm now barely move, Touching scars I cannot prove. Silence coils around my chest, Like a prayer that’s lost its breath. I still bleed though I don’t cry, I still live though I don’t try. [Pre-Chorus | soft build, rising tension] And I ask myself again— Is this living, or pretend? [Chorus | explosive distortion, anguished cleans + screams] These wounds that never sleep, They echo when I breathe. I fade like dying light, Too tired to stand and fight. If I could feel again, Just one heartbeat without shame— Would I still choose to be Buried inside of me? [Verse 2 | low growls layered with cleans, heavier riffing] Empty bottles, brittle bones, Rooms filled up with dial tones. Memories like broken glass, Cut me when the daylight cracks. I burned bridges just for warmth, Lost myself in every storm. Now I'm just a hollow throne, Built from sins I call my own. [Pre-Chorus | higher tension, escalating vocals] And I scream inside my head— Is it worth it if I’m dead? [Chorus | heavier variation, relentless double kicks, screams + cleans] These wounds that never sleep, They echo when I breathe. I fade like dying light, Too numb to make it right. If I could feel again, Just one moment free from pain— Would I still choose this cage, Or let it all erase? [Bridge | atmospheric, minimal drums, intimate clean vocal] There's no crown for the broken, No throne for the ashamed. Only mirrors full of strangers Who still whisper my name. [Breakdown | crushing half-time chugs, harsh gutturals, abrupt stops] Tear me open—let it pour. Maybe I’ll feel something more. Let it hurt. Let it burn. Before I’m past the point of no return. [Final Chorus | slower and crushing, restrained orchestra, anguished cleans + layered screams] These wounds that never sleep, Sing me down into the deep. If I could feel again, Would I still choose this end? Or break the spell I’ve kept— And finally forgive myself? [Outro | soft piano, fading intimate vocal] I wear this skin like rusted chains… But I am still here.
