Obscene (Punk Rock Version)

OBSCENE [Verse 1] Tiptoe through the midnight, glass in my feet, Footprints in the hallway spelling out don’t sleep. Rose petals on the floor but they bleed when you touch them, Crimson like a secret that the angels couldn’t stomach. I wear my halo sideways, rusted, nicotine, Crown of thornes crooked in a midnight blue scene. Bruise blooming under powder pink skin— Call it art, call it sin, call it where I begin. Vodka in the holy water, pray it dilutes, Self-hatred in my bloodstream wearing opium boots. Chipped black nail polish scratching at the design, Spiral down a thought I swore was never mine. [Pre-Chorus] Say I’m a ghost in the smoke, say I’m just a phase— But I haunt every room that forgets my name. [Chorus] We’re so obscene, darling, look at us glow— Like a church on fire in the after-snow. Kiss me like a curse you don’t wanna unlearn, Like a match in a chapel just begging to burn. Yeah, we’re so obscene, in the prettiest way— Decay dressed up like a holiday. If love’s a crime, let it carve me clean— I’d rather be broken than never be seen. [Verse 2] Black Doc Martens pacing in a psych ward dream, White padded rooms where the silence screams. Scratched walls counting days like rosary beads, Every number another version of me that bleeds. Ketamine visions, twins in the glass— One wants to live, one wants it to pass. Cursed child laughing in a hallway of horror, Calling me heroine while I worship the disorder. Heroin kisses with opium lips, Powder pink lies on apocalypse hips. Midnight haze where the angels decay, By the cross where I learned how to pray. [Pre-Chorus] They say “you’ll heal,” but they don’t know the cost— Some scars don’t fade, they just learn how to talk. [Chorus] We’re so obscene, darling, look at us glow— Like a church on fire in the after-snow. Kiss me like a curse you don’t wanna unlearn, Like a match in a chapel just begging to burn. Yeah, we’re so obscene, in the prettiest way— Decay dressed up like a holiday. If love’s a crime, let it carve me clean— I’d rather be broken than never be seen. [Bridge] F*** your heaven if it edits my pain, I built my wings from the acid rain. Holy water couldn’t wash this skin, When the devil I knew felt safer within. I am the spiral, the flaw in the art, The bruise blooming slow in the shape of a heart. A ghost with a pulse, a sin with a name— Not broken enough to be saved. [Final Chorus] We’re so obscene—say it louder, say it mean— Like a prayer that don’t come out clean. If I’m too much, let me overflow— I was never built for a holy role. Yeah, we’re so obscene, let it stain, let it show— Every crack where the wild things grow. You don’t cleanse a soul like me— you just learn to call it holy. [Outro] Tiptoe through midnight, don’t wake the past— Some ghosts don’t leave… they just learn to last.