[Verse 1] [Slow, crushing guitar riff fades in] Cold stone walls inside my skull, A kingdom built to rot. No chains of steel—just chains of thought, A sentence never sought. Shadows dance where sunlight bled, The silence screams my name. A ghost inside this skin I shed, No face, no guilt, no flame. No face, no guilt, no flame. [Drums kick in—erratic, tense] Footsteps echo... but they're mine alone, In halls the mirrors broke. This throne of ash, this bloodless bone— A joke only I spoke. [Chorus - Music swells: clean, mournful vocals over dissonant chords, then erupts into guttural roars] NO SUNRISE IN THIS NIGHTMARE REALM, THE JAILER’S ME—I CAN’T UNSEAL! ANOTHER DAWN REPEATS THE LIE: “THIS CAGE IS ALL YOU’LL EVER FEEL.” [Drums detonate—slow, tectonic, then frenzied] MY BLOOD IS RUST, MY FINGERS SHAKE, THE DOOR’S WIDE OPEN… STILL I BREAK. A GHOST INSIDE A HOLLOW SHELL— STRANGER TO MYSELF, A LIVING HELL! [Scream fades into feedback and a single, distorted heartbeat] [Verse 2 - Tempo drags: sludge-metal riff, bass like a dying pulse] THREE DAYS OLD, THE BREAD’S TURNED GREEN, BUT I CAN’T TASTE THE ROT—JUST SCREAM. THESE WALLS DON’T BREATHE, THEY FEED ON FEAR, WHISPERING MADNESS IN MY EAR… [Cymbals shatter—guitar scrapes] A FLY BUZZES ‘ROUND BARE, BLEAK WOOD— IT DIES MID-AIR. I KNEW IT WOULD. THIS ROOM’S NOT LOCKED… THERE IS NO DOOR. JUST ME. MY SKIN. THE FLOOR. [Feedback whine—voice cracks into a whisper] [Bridge - Music drops: clean, detuned guitar arpeggio. Distant, echoing whispers] [Spoken, calm] “THE MIRROR’S LYING…” [Feedback swells] “NO—WAIT—THAT’S ME. BUT THE EYES ARE BLACK. THE SMILE’S TOO… FREE.” [Drums stagger in. Bass detunes violently] “HE SAYS: ‘YOU BUILT THIS ROOM. YOU LOCKED THE DOOR. THE ROT’S NOT IN THE WALLS… IT’S IN YOUR CORE.’” [Final Chorus - Music: Crushing silence → then a skeletal, distorted synth replaces the guitar. Drums drag like a dead heartbeat. Bass vanishes.] “I AM THE BEAST IN THE GLASS! THE SHADOW THAT BURNS! NO MONSTER IN THE CELLAR… JUST ME. AND THE ROT. I EARNED.” [Second pass: Voice splits into a ghostly harmony and a raw scream] “I AM THE BEAST IN THE GLASS! THE TRUTH IN THE CRACKS! NO DEVIL UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS— JUST MY REFLECTION… STARING BACK.”
