Coffin Fit!

[I] Cold pulses in the static, the ritual begins. You thought the shadows wouldn't talk? The soil remembers every lie you planted. Welcome to the funeral of your honesty!
[1] I’m staring at the screen, the blue light of a necrotic-glow. You’re a phantom in the kitchen, a demon in the sheets, selling fragments of our spirit to the freak shows on the streets. The perfume on your collar smells like sulfur and regret. A tangled web of "coworkers" and "friends" that I still haven’t met. I built a cathedral, you brought the gasoline. The most beautiful betrayal that this world had yet to see. Your eyes like vacant windows in a castle burning down, I’m the king of nothing, wearing a dusty, rusted crown!
[C] Vomit the lies, bury the vows! The debt is collected, the ink turned to lead, you’re haunting a house where the ghost is already hallowed & dead. Drown in the nectar of your own deceit, while the ground turns to glass beneath your feet. The ink is dry on the contract of thorns! Crawl through the ash, silence the sound! You traded a kingdom for a night in the storms. Heart strings snapping like a rusted wire, walking through the valley of the cheats and the city of the liars.
[2] Now let’s talk about the brothers trapped in cycles of the thot, the good men in the cages that common sense forgot. He’s working double shifts while she’s erasing every trace. He’s looking for a home, she’s looking for a replacement with a condescending face. The psychological warfare, the gaslight fires on the hall, while back’s against the wall. It’s a toxic alchemy, turning gold into lead, sleeping next to someone who wishes you were dead.
[C] Vomit the lies, bury the vows! The debt is collected, the ink turned to lead, you’re haunting a house where the ghost is already hallowed & dead. Drown in the nectar of your own deceit, while the ground turns to glass beneath your feet. The ink is dry on the contract of thorns! Crawl through the ash, silence the sound! You traded a kingdom for a night in the storms. Heart strings snapping like a rusted wire, walking through the valley of the cheats and the city of the liars.
[B] Do you hear the shovels hitting the dirt? Do you feel the weight of the secrets that hurt? You sold your soul for a double-tap, a like, a fleeting glance. Now i’m dancing in the graveyard, but you’ve spent your last chance.
[3] No more apologies, no more "I’ll change, I swear." I’m breathing in the freedom of the cold, midnight air. Pack your masks and pack up your lost mirrors, take your vanity and go. The seeds of your destruction are the only things that grow. I’m cauterizing the wounds, I’m sowing up our fate. You’re a ghost in the machine, a victim of your fate. The "modern" way of loving is a race for more hate,— & I don't play these games.
[O] Rest in peace to the person you were. Rest in peace to the lies you prefer. Your Casket is shut, The coffin is closed. The dirt has piled high. Look me in the eyes... and say …..!?

fast 156 BPM / Deathcore, Industrial, Electro-Pop, male. A Deathcore / electro Pop staccato, with a braggadocious twist.