Therapy in the Wreckage

[Verse 1]
Prion in my skull
Gnawing
Chewing through the walls
Every thought a rusted nail
Every breath a brawl
I fed it teeth and bone
Til the screaming sounded calm
Therapist in bloody gloves
Halo made of broken arms
[Chorus]
Being the devil was survival
Hate and rage my only bible
Breaking jaws just to feel alive
Cracking necks so the pressure dies
Watching bodies fucking fall
I finally feel nothing at all
Therapy in the wreckage
Yeah
Therapy in the wreckage
[Verse 2]
White coats
Bright lights
Said I’m just a diagnosis
But they never heard the choir
In the fracture of their own ribs
Turn the tremor into tremors
Turn the panic into scars
If I’m hell
Then light the fires
Let me swallow all your gods
[Chorus]
Being the devil was survival
Hate and rage my only bible
Breaking jaws just to feel alive
Cracking necks so the pressure dies
Watching bodies fucking fall
I finally feel nothing at all
Therapy in the wreckage
Yeah
Therapy in the wreckage
[Bridge]
Is this cure or curse
When the red rain starts to sing
Every snap and every scream
Is my medicine
My hymn (my hymn)
[Chorus]
Being the devil was survival
Hate and rage my only bible
Breaking jaws just to feel alive
Cracking necks so the pressure dies
Watching bodies fucking fall
I finally feel nothing at all
Therapy in the wreckage
Yeah
Therapy in the wreckage (hey!)

metal, Violent, groove-driven modern metal with downtuned guitars and sharp palm-muted riffs; verses stay tight and percussive under snarled male vocals, chorus widens with dissonant chords and screamed harmonies. Double-kick flurries and pick scrapes mark transitions, breakdown slams in halftime with squealing leads and abrupt dropouts for vocal impact.