Rusted Halo, Broken Fists

[Verse 1]
Woke up mad at the mirror
Jaw tight
Eyes red, bitter
Every scar on my skin like scripture
Every sin that I drag gets thicker
Cursing out heaven in a whisper
“Why’d you wire my head like this?”
Every prayer that I throw just flickers
Burns out
Still clenched fists
[Pre-Chorus]
On my knees in a pile of habits
Say I’ll change, then I go and grab it
Same old poison in a brand new glass
Same old promise that’ll never last
[Chorus]
Rusted halo, broken fists
I keep begging while I slit my wrists (yeah)
Screaming “save me” with a mouth of hate
Then I dive right back in the flames I made
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I feel this way? (hey)
Blaming God for the mess I am
Then I carve the cross in my own damn hands
[Verse 2]
Every “sorry” tastes like static
Dry throat, fake faith, automatic
Bow my head, then I swing like a savage
Leave another soul bruised, call it “habit”
Ask “Father, forgive” while I load that rage
Turn every hurt to another cage
Tear my name out the holy page
Then cry when I choke on the smoke I made
[Pre-Chorus]
I repent, then I hit repeat
Track my faults like a rosary
Every bead just another beat
Of a heart that don’t trust a thing in me
[Chorus]
Rusted halo, broken fists
I keep begging while I slit my wrists
Screaming “save me” with a mouth of hate
Then I dive right back in the flames I made
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I feel this way?
Blaming God for the mess I am
Then I carve the cross in my own damn hands
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to chugging guitars, vocals half-whispered, half-screamed]
I’m a stain on the stained glass
Dead faith in a dead past
Tear down every last mask
Still can’t outrun that backlash
Why build me like this?
Why stitch me with thorns?
If I’m “made in Your image”
Why was I born so torn? (ugh)
[Chorus]
Rusted halo, broken fists
I keep begging while I slit my wrists
Screaming “save me” with a mouth of hate
Then I dive right back in the flames I made
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I feel this way?
If You’re there, can You stand this mess?
‘Cause I can’t stand one more breath in this chest

rap, Hybrid rap / death metal with male vocals: tense, detuned intro drones into a half-time, palm-muted chug over booming, swung trap drums. Verses spit close-mic’d, hostile rap in the pocket of a syncopated riff; pre-chorus climbs with tom runs and dissonant guitar bends. Chorus explodes into blast beats, layered screamed hook with a faint, buried clean vocal doubling the main melody. Brief feedback-smeared breakdown in the bridge, then a last, choking a cappella line., death metal, metal