(Dark Cabaret / Industrial Violin / Emilie Autumn inspired)
Intro
(Music box. Distant violin. Whispered voices layered left and right.)
“You imagined it…”
“That never happened…”
“You’re too sensitive…”
“Smile.”
Verse 1
Velvet walls and porcelain teeth
Everybody speaks in pretty grief
They rearrange the little facts
Then kiss my forehead while I crack
I write the truth in crimson thread
They paint it black and call me sick instead
Now every mirror in this place
Has someone else behind my face
Pre-Chorus
And the room bends slowly sideways
Every word becomes a knife
If I scream loud enough tonight
Will anybody call it life?
Chorus
I will not drown in your drowning room
I won’t inhale your sweet perfume
Of pretty lies and lullabies
That blur the edges of my mind
No —
You cannot bury me alive
Inside the story you designed
I feel my pulse beneath the bruise
And if my voice shakes when I speak
It’s not weakness
It’s the sound of breaking free
Verse 2
They dress the chains in satin lace
Say, “Look how beautifully you obey”
But underneath the chandelier
I hear the rot inside their prayers
A hundred hands pull at my skin
Trying to tell me who I’ve been
But somewhere underneath the flood
My heart still beats in stubborn blood
Bridge
(Violins become chaotic. Almost spoken.)
Maybe I’m fractured
Maybe I bleed
Maybe I carry ghosts beneath my sleeves
But I remember —
Oh God, I remember —
The way the truth felt in my chest
Before they taught me to second guess
Final Chorus
I will not sink beneath your sea
You cannot rewrite all of me
The truth is clawing through my veins
Like roses growing through a grave
And even drowning
I still fight
Even shaking
I still bite
So let the whole asylum hear me —
I am not your fantasy
I am not your twisted dream
I am the girl you could not silence
Standing in the fire
Still screaming truth through all the violence
Outro
(Soft piano. Breathing. One violin note sustained.)
“Maybe she was never crazy…”
“…maybe she just remembered.”
Endi
