Heavens rust

(Low clean guitar, echoing feedback. Distant whispers, heartbeat kick drum)

(Whispered)

I still taste the smoke…

I still feel the rain crawl through the cracks in my soul…

(Vocal build)

I reached for God — but He bled just like me.

(Drums rise, full band hits—grungy, slow groove, heavy bass)

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Broken halo, silver chain,

I’ve been crawling through the static in my veins.

Lost my voice in a prayer gone wrong,

But I still hum that dying song.

Every scar’s a little sermon,

Every lie’s a holy word —

I kneel beneath the thunder,

To see if pain still hurts.

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(Clean, melodic lift)

Take me higher…

But don’t bring me home.

I’m better off burning,

Than dying alone.

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(Big post-grunge swell with harmony)

I’ve seen Heaven rust,

I’ve watched angels break.

There’s no mercy left,

Just the love we fake.

I’m still reaching out,

Through the smoke and dust.

If God’s still there,

He’s bleeding — just like us.

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(Riff kicks harder, drums double in power)

Screamed at the mirror till my throat went dry,

Choked on the silence where my ghosts still lie.

All that faith — just painted steel,

A cross that bends but will never heal.

(Growl overlay)

“Kneel to nothing — feel the dirt — taste the sin — make it hurt!”

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Take me higher…

But don’t make me pray.

I’m too far gone —

For the words to stay.

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(Drop-tuned guitars, heavy syncopation, screamed vocals layered with whispers)

(Growled)

You built your kingdom out of bone —

Now you wonder why it breaks!

(Whispered counterpoint)

“Hollow gods… hollow faith…”

(Full scream)

Everything you love decays!

(Pause — drums echo, single clean guitar chord rings out)

(Whisper)

“…and I’m still here.”

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(Back to melodic, but rawer — voice cracked, desperate)

I’ve seen Heaven rust,

And I’ve learned to trust —

The fire that breaks me,

Still makes me enough.

I’m still reaching out,

Through the smoke and dust —

If God’s still there…

He’s bleeding just like us.

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(Instrumental fade-out: feedback, low bass pulse, soft vocal hum)

(Whisper)

“…and maybe that’s what makes us divine.”