────── ✧ ────── Lyrics by @eqvirther original work ────── ✧ ────── [Intro] Oooohhh... [Soft hums rising, like whispers in the dark] [Verse] The strangeness can’t be erased, It’s etched in my veins, my sacred place. That's what I want, the shit I crave, It’s my divine ware, my truth engraved. [Pre-Chorus] And you ask, “What’s wrong with you?” While I watch their gold bleed through. Their treasures spill, their myths unglue, But what they waste—I turn into new. [Chorus] Let their vile wine pour down like rain, Let their sewage spill, their loss, my gain. The waste they shun, I weave, I claim, I build a kingdom from their shame. And make them crave what now is mine, Their ruin reborn, their filth divine. (Let it bleed, let it feast—divine debris) [Post-Chorus] What’s wrong with you? (They scream it through) But I see treasure in their residue. Gold drips slow—let it spill, let it breed, From their rot, I find what I need. [Verse] They fear the stains they can’t erase, Scrub their hands to hide the trace. But I wear ruin like a badge, a call, I gather filth and build it tall. Let their grime flow, let their hate decay, I’ll stack their wreckage and pave my way. Their idols fall, their walls unwind, I claim what’s lost and make it mine. [Pre-Chorus] And you ask, “What’s wrong with you?” While I let their gold bleed through. Their treasures rot, their towers fall, But I rise higher, I take it all. [Chorus] Let their vile wine pour down like rain, Let their sewage spill, their loss, my gain. The waste they shun, I weave, I claim, I build a kingdom from their shame. And make them crave what now is mine, Their ruin reborn, their filth divine. (Let it bleed, let it feast—divine debris) [Bridge] From filth to gold, I see what’s true, I breathe new life from what they undo. Their dirt, my crown, their loss, my pride, I turn their ruin to kingdoms wide. [Interlude] [Bridge - Reprised] From filth to gold, I see what’s true, I breathe new life from what they undo. Their dirt, my crown, their loss, my pride, I turn their ruin to kingdoms wide. [Breakdown] I take their grime, I steal their doubt, From broken things, I build without. Make of it what they refuse to see, Their dirt, my gold—divine debris. [Final Chorus] Let their vile wine pour down like rain, Let their sewage spill, their loss, my gain. The waste they shun, I weave, I claim, I build a kingdom from their shame. And make them crave what now is mine, Their ruin reborn, their filth divine. (Let it bleed, let it feast—divine debris)
