[Intro]
Ash on the altar
Wax on the blade
Names carved in leather
All of them frayed
[Verse 1]
I walked through a hall made of portraits
Eyes burned in their frames as I passed
Every regret was a doorway
I counted them all like cracks in glass
Old prayers pinned up on the rafters
Dust clung to each tattered line
I traced every word with my fingers
And felt how I’d wasted my time
[Chorus]
This is the misery
Crown made of quietly broken dreams
Thorns made of “almost
” “maybe
” and “seems”
I wear it willingly
’Cause every scar is a map of me
I rise from the weight of the misery
(the misery, the misery)
[Verse 2]
Clock in the corner kept ticking
But never advanced past the fall
Frozen at five after heartbreak
Its rust was a rusted gospel
You said that the truth would redeem us
Then buried it under your fear
I opened the box in the cellar
And found my own voice in there
[Chorus]
This is the misery
Crown made of quietly broken dreams
Thorns made of “almost
” “maybe
” and “seems”
I wear it willingly
’Cause every scar is a map of me
I rise from the weight of the misery
(the misery, the misery)
[Bridge]
[Choir and guitars surge in odd-meter]
If every chain is a chapter
Will I reach an honest end?
If every lie is a ladder
Will it finally let me descend?
I turn
I turn
Through the circles I designed
I burn
I burn
Till the shadows fall behind
[Chorus]
This is the misery
Crown made of quietly broken dreams
Thorns made of “almost
” “maybe
” and “seems”
I wear it willingly
’Cause every scar is a map of me
I rise from the weight of the misery
’Cause buried beneath that shattered sea
A brighter blade is forging me
(out of the misery, the misery)