[Intro – whispered, low]
They say water heals…
They say holy words can cleanse a soul.
But what if the soul's already ash?
What if the wounds weren’t made by sin—
But by silence?
And now I'm left…
With scars you can’t baptize.
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[Verse 1]
I wear these scars like battle flags,
Trophies of wars no one ever asked.
You say “Let God in” like it’s that easy,
But where the fuck was He when I was bleeding freely?
They dipped me in water, said “Be reborn,”
But all I felt was cold and worn.
Cleanse me? Nah, they just watched me drown,
Tried to kill my rage, but it still stuck around.
You can’t wash off trauma with a prayer and a lie,
Can’t erase pain just ‘cause you try.
My skin remembers what I’ve survived —
Baptism don’t touch what keeps me alive.
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[Chorus]
These scars you can’t baptize, they cut too deep,
You can’t purify the secrets I keep.
No savior came when I begged on my knees,
Only shadows and echoes and silent pleas.
Scars you can’t baptize — they’re stitched in flame,
They don’t need pity, they scream my name.
I don’t want peace, I don’t want a shrine,
I just want the truth — not a goddamn sign.
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[Verse 2]
I was a child when they told me to kneel,
Taught me to smile, taught me not to feel.
But behind every grin was a silent cry,
And every night I wished to fucking die.
So don’t preach light when you turned out the lamp,
Don’t call it holy when the air's still damp
With the sweat of panic, the breath of fear,
The stench of guilt that still clings near.
You say “forgive,” but forgiveness is cheap,
When the ones who broke you still sleep.
I ain’t bitter — I’m built from flame,
And no amount of prayer’s gonna change my name.
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[Chorus]
These scars you can’t baptize — they’re mine to bear,
I earned them in silence, through cold blank stares.
You want me healed? Then feel my ache,
And tell me how water undoes the break.
Scars you can’t baptize — they pulse, they fight,
They’re the reason I still wake up at night.
Don’t light no candle, don’t whisper lies,
Just shut the fuck up and let me rise.
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[Bridge – spoken, bitter]
I didn’t fall from grace.
Grace fell from me.
It left when I needed it most —
When I cried, and no one came.
They handed me a prayer like a band-aid for a bullet wound.
Told me to forgive what still hunts me.
Told me to love the ones who cut me.
Fuck that.
I don’t need a god.
I just need to breathe…
Without choking on the past.
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[Outro – whispered, fading into echo]
So drown me again if it makes you feel whole.
Say your holy words while I rot in this role.
But I’ll still wear them…
Every burn.
Every scream.
Every sleepless night.
These scars you can’t baptize —
They’re not my shame.
They’re my gospel.
And I will never fucking repent.
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