[Pre-Intro Instrumental]
[Intro]
Every time I pretend I’m righteous…
I can hear the rot beneath it.
And I keep fucking digging—
hoping there’s a saint under all this ruin.
There isn’t.
[Verse]
I wear morality like a mask soaked in gasoline,
strike a match with every argument
and call the flames pristine.
I’m not defending justice—
I’m defending my reflection,
building holy altars
out of guilt and self-rejection.
I swing “virtue” like a weapon
at anything that moves,
not because I’m noble—
because I need the fucking proof
that I’m worth something
beneath the mess I’ve made,
beneath the failures I baptized,
beneath the love I betrayed.
I’m righteous for the wrong damn reasons,
a saint of self-destruction,
drowning in the praise I crave
but choking on the corruption.
I preach like I’m enlightened
but I’m terrified as hell,
I punish others for their sins
’cause I can’t forgive myself.
[Pre Chorus]
Don’t call me holy—
I’m just afraid of who I really am.
[Chorus]
I drag myself through burning glass,
call it virtue just to hide my past.
I scream “righteous” with a voice that shakes,
but it’s all self-hate dressed in holy mistakes.
I tear myself down just to feel divine—
bleeding for a god that was never mine.
This halo’s poisoned, fucked, and flawed—
I’m a martyr dying for a made-up god.
[Verse - faster]
I’m the judge, the jury, and the sentence I impose,
executing every failure like it’s poetry I chose.
I demand perfection
from a soul that’s cracked to hell,
I nail myself to crosses
just to say I’m doing well.
I call it discipline—
but it’s torture in disguise.
I call it righteousness—
but it’s ego on the rise.
I’m addicted to the feeling
of dragging myself through flames,
’cause at least the fire numbs
the fucking shame.
I crucify my conscience
for sins I didn’t commit,
I rip open every wound
just to prove I still feel shit.
And when the world applauds me,
I feel even more alone—
another fucking fraud
building kingdoms out of bone.
[Pre Chorus]
I don’t want redemption…
I just want the pain to mean something.
[Chorus]
I drag myself through burning glass,
call it virtue just to hide my past.
I scream “righteous” with a voice that shakes,
but it’s all self-hate dressed in holy mistakes.
I tear myself down just to feel divine—
bleeding for a god that was never mine.
This halo’s poisoned, fucked, and flawed—
I’m a martyr dying for a made-up god.
[Bridge]
Truth is?
I don’t want salvation.
I want punishment
that feels like purpose.
Strip the virtue—
I was never clean.
Strip the purpose—
I don’t know what I mean.
BREAK.
THE.
SOUL—
I’M NOT HOLY, I’M JUST HURT.
BREAK.
THE.
SELF—
BURN ME LOWER THAN THE DIRT.
[Chorus]
I drag myself through burning glass,
call it virtue just to hide my past.
I scream “righteous” with a voice that shakes,
but it’s all self-hate dressed in holy mistakes.
I tear myself down just to feel divine—
bleeding for a god that was never mine.
This halo’s poisoned, fucked, and flawed—
I’m a martyr dying for a made-up god.
[Outro]
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