Centuries in My Teeth

( [Verse 1 — slow ritual beat, detuned piano] )

Born in the iron age, died in the fire,

Woke up again with the same cold choir.

Watched empires fall like paper in rain,

Heard kingdoms beg with their last breath faint.

Crossed continents where the plagues ran wild,

Carried soldiers bleeding, carried mothers’ child.

Every century stains the lines on my face,

But my skin don’t crack… it just remembers every place.

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( [Hook — distorted choir, witch-house bass] )

I’ve seen it all, I’ve buried the sun,

Fought in the wars till my shadow came undone.

Loved too deep, lived too long — now I’m hollow underneath,

And the centuries… yeah, they sit between my teeth.

Immortal heart, but the soul’s gone numb,

And I’m prayin’ that the afterlife will let me come.

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( [Verse 2 — cabaret waltz drums, creaking strings] )

I danced in Paris when the masks hid fear,

Played violin for ghosts no one else could hear.

Shared wine with rebels the night before the guillotine,

Wrote verses in blood where the revolution used to dream.

Saw Pompeii crater and London burn,

Saw brothers turn on brothers when the tides would turn.

Every friend I made just a candle in the wind,

And I carry all their names carved deep beneath my skin.

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( [Pre-Hook — whispered delay, heartbeat pulse] )

And I don’t age…

But the sorrow does.

And I don’t die…

But the memory does.

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( [Hook — layered witch-house harmonies, sub-bass rumble] )

I’ve seen it all, I’ve buried the sun,

Fought in the wars till my shadow came undone.

Loved too deep, lived too long — now I’m hollow underneath,

And the centuries… yeah, they sit between my teeth.

Immortal heart, but the soul’s gone numb,

And I’m prayin’ that the afterlife will let me come.

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( [Bridge — ritual spoken word, vinyl hiss] )

Let me fade…

Let me fall…

Let me slip past time’s unbroken wall.

If heaven’s listening…

If hell still cares…

Let me find the ones I lost out there.

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( [Final Verse — slow cabaret breakdown] )

These hands held kings, lovers, killers, saints,

But they shake at night with the weight of what they ain’t.

I keep walkin’ through ages like a ghost misplaced,

A relic in a world that keeps changin’ its face.

I’m tired of eternity carving out my chest…

What good is forever when you can’t ever rest?

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( [Outro — fading ritual choir, static crackle] )

I’ve lived too long…

And time won’t let me go home.