[Verse 1 — hushed, reverent, building] I etched your gospel into the hollow of my ribs,believed divinity could live in what we give.But every vow you whispered was a sacrament undone—and I’m still offering blood to a war already won. I reached for light but found only the deep,every prayer dissolving into dreamless sleep.If ruin was your altar, you could’ve let me see—instead you drowned me softlyin ceremony. [Pre-Chorus — swelling tension] Was I ever worship,or just weight for you to hold?Speak now—or let the silenceswallow me whole. [Chorus — massive, crushing, choir-backed] I’m calling to a deitywho doesn’t know my face,collapsing under ritualsyou burned and left no trace.My reverence became a grave,my offering, a wound—you gave me to the shadowsand they sing in your tune.I reach into the emptinessfor something like a sign—but the dark won’t answer,it onlypulls medown. [Verse 2 — heavier, more resigned] You planted fire in the fault lines of my soul,then disappeared while it consumed me whole.Now your memory wears a halo made of thorns,a temple raised on oaths I swore and mourned. You showed me love could feel like sacrifice,that giving everything still wouldn’t suffice.And I kept bowing like a servant in the haze,begging for salvationfrom a faithless gaze. [Pre-Chorus — raw, trembling] Was I designed to fall without a hand to hold?Or did you love the soundof fractures in my soul? [Chorus — heavier, layered vocals] I’m calling to a deitywho doesn’t know my face,collapsing under ritualsyou burned and left no trace.My reverence became a grave,my offering, a wound—you gave me to the shadowsand they sing in your tune.I reach into the emptinessfor something like a sign—but the dark won’t answer,it onlypulls medown. [Bridge — orchestral swell, spoken/sung hybrid] Perhaps I was designed to break,designed to kneel and ache—to learn that love becomes a bladewhen wielded without grace. You left me like a final hymn,suspended, fading thin,and I’ve been breathing ash and smokefrom everything I gave to you. [Final Chorus — apocalyptic, full orchestration] So I’ll cry into the chasmthat devoured all my light,let the strings and thunder carryevery shattered rite. If devotion was my ending,then this scar will be my truth—I crawled out of the templethat I built worshipping you. I reach into the emptinessfor something like reply—and the void won’t answer,but at leastit never woreyour disguise.
