\[intro – siren synth, pick scrapes]
\[verse 1]
Tattooed the wound with a prayer I don’t trust,
White tape halo on a knuckle full of rust.
Polymicrobial choir, whisper “hush,”
LRINEC scoreboard lighting up—busted flush.
You can smell the storm before the sutures split,
Skin says “stay,” fascia says “quit.”
I keep it cool while the borders crawl,
But the heat in the meat writes **DEATH** on the wall.
\[pre-chorus]
Cold pack, warm fear—who’s driving this body?
Shadows under lights making shapes of the lobby.
\[chorus]
FLESH LIGHTNING—STRIKE WHERE THE NERVES CAN’T SCREAM,
RUN DOWN THE TRENCHES IN A PURPLED SEAM.
IF IT’S LOVE, WHY’S IT EATING ME CLEAN?
I’M THE MEAL / I’M THE KNIFE / I’M THE SCENE.
\[verse 2 – rapid, knife-flow]
Group A wolf in a gauze-neck tie,
Vibrio valet in a brine-black sky,
Gas gang green in a dead-end thigh,
Doctor with a Sharpie drawing **CUT HERE** lines.
Debridement hymn in a stainless key,
Clamps clap back like a drill MC,
IV pole doing laps with me—
Bless these bones while the meat breaks free.
\[pre-chorus 2]
You can’t bargain with a blade that prays,
Every slice says “live”—“but not that way.”
\[breakdown – machine-stomp, sub drop]
**CUT. IT. OUT.** (DON’T BLINK)
**CUT. IT. OUT.** (DON’T THINK)
**DEBRIDE! DEBRIDE!** TILL THE DRUMS GO MUTE,
**DEBRIDE! DEBRIDE!** LEAVE THE CLEAN TISSUE.
B-L-E-E-D in a barcode hymn,
Steel-tooth mercy, carve the hymn again.
\[horror interlude – whispers under hum]
(there’s heat in the cold / there’s breath in the rot)
(you’ll feel better when you feel nothing at all)
\[chorus – harder]
FLESH LIGHTNING—STRIKE WHERE THE NERVES CAN’T SCREAM,
RUN DOWN THE TRENCHES IN A PURPLED SEAM.
IF IT’S LOVE, WHY’S IT EATING ME CLEAN?
I’M THE MEAL / I’M THE KNIFE / I’M THE SCENE.
\[deathcore drop – zero count, octave bend]
**MEAT MELTS—RUN!**
**FACE DOWN—DON’T RUN!**
**SCALPEL SINGS—LIMB HUMS!**
**SAVAGE SALVAGE—TAKE WHAT COMES!**
\[final verse – towering, unhinged]
I wore the gown like a flag at half mast,
Hospital moonlight turning veins to glass,
Wheel me to a room where the angels mask—
Tell them I was laughing when the teeth unlatched.
If I make it out, I’ll name this scar,
“Everything I loved that went too far.”
If I don’t—put flowers where the tape once was,
And write: **I FOUGHT THE WOLF WITH MY OWN JAWS.**
\[outro – pulse to silence]
Flesh lightning fades where the steel found truth…
Blackout bloom… then nothing… then **proof**.
extra_unbearable
