[Verse 1]
Can you look, behind your mask, into the mirror of your soul?
Or will you flinch at the question it asks, when the cracks start to show?
Razor-edge reflections slice straight to the bone,
Every scar on your flesh still screams you’re alone.
Can you cut through the dark that plagues your heart,
Or will the blade split your soul and tear you apart?
Once you see what the shadows hold, you’ll know,
Every scar on your skin is a story they wrote.
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[Hook – Growled, Stabbing Rhythm]
Slice after slice, the mirror bleeds back,
Steel in your fist, and the world fades black.
Demons laugh loud as the blood hits the floor,
But the knife in your hand makes you want it more.
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[Verse 2]
The weight of your sins drags you further below,
Shackled in chains to the cuts that you sew.
You can scream with the blade as your nightmares take reign,
Or rage in the dark, carve release through the pain.
You can drown in the silence, let the knife stake its claim,
Or rise from the blood, unafraid of the flame.
What will you do when your demons grow smart?
They hand you the blade to carve out your heart.
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[Hook – Growled / Whispered Overlay]
Slice after slice, the mirror bleeds back,
Steel in your fist, and the world fades black.
Demons laugh loud as the blood hits the floor,
But the knife in your hand makes you want it more.
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[Verse 3]
The shadows still whisper, their voices so clear,
“Your pain isn’t needed — it can end right here.”
But the blade that they offer is a lie dressed thin,
It won’t cut the demons — it only cuts skin.
Laughing like clowns while the razor runs deep,
Every wound that you carve is a secret they keep.
Blood on the glass, dripping slow, dripping red,
You can stab at the shadows — but they live in your head.
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[Bridge – Whispered Chant]
So cling to your mask, hide from the blade,
But the scars will return in the darkness you made.
Rip it away, stare into the pain,
Only steel through the flesh makes the lesson remain.
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[Hook – Shouted Final, Stabbing Beat]
Slice after slice, the mirror bleeds back,
Steel in your fist, and the world fades black.
Demons still grin when the blood hits the floor,
The knife cuts deep, but they’re hungry for more.
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[Outro – Distorted Whisper]
Behind the mask… behind the blade…
You can cut through the flesh… but the scars never fade.
Angry_Elf
