[Verse 1] I built an altar from everything they said was wrong in me. Stone by stone— regret, silence, shame. I thought it would crush me. But it burned instead. [Chorus] Saint Anger, you of molten gold, come kneel beside me in the ash. Not to punish— but to witness. Not to silence— but to roar. [Verse 2] The chapel walls are made of flame. No cross. No savior. Only mirrors. And I— I finally see myself and do not look away. [Bridge] Not cursed. Not broken. Not unworthy. Just fire— longing to be met. And you… you met me. [Final Chorus] Saint Anger, hold me like I hold my grief— not tightly, but truthfully. You are not my wound. You are my reckoning. My rite. My rise. [Outro] I was never meant to burn alone…
