[Intro – Insect wings flutter, bones snapping, heartbeat speeds up then stops]
“Do you feel that? That’s not fear anymore… it’s freedom.”
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[Verse 1 – Clean vocals, breathless and tense]
I felt the first crack just behind my eye
Like something underneath began to pry
Tried to scream, but I smiled instead
Something ancient crawling through my head
Twitching hands, my voice distorts
Body shaking through broken thoughts
It’s not possession, not a curse
It’s what I am when I’m unrehearsed
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[Pre-Chorus – Whisper harmonies and subtle choral echo]
The mask is splitting, thread by thread…
This is not a death—it’s what comes next.
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[Chorus – Clean/screamed blend, explosive and ritualistic]
Split the husk, let the dark break free
I was never whole, just waiting to be
You called it sickness—I called it skin
Now I claw my way to the thing within
Don’t save me—I’m not yours to claim
Don’t speak my old forgotten name
This is the shedding of the lie
The broken birth of who survives
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[Verse 2 – Rap-rock flow with glitchy echoes, whispered doubles]
There’s static where my prayers once lived
And claws behind these fingertips
I kissed the edge and pulled it wide
Now the old me rots inside
You want a miracle? I’ll show you one—
Watch what I become when I come undone
I don’t need light, I don’t want grace
I just need time to leave this face
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[Pre-Chorus – Softer clean, high-pitched vocal rising behind]
The skin peels easy when the soul’s on fire…
This isn’t possession—it’s something higher…
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[Chorus – Repeat, stronger emphasis on screamed second line]
Split the husk, let the dark break free
I was never whole, just waiting to be
You called it sickness—I called it skin
Now I claw my way to the thing within
Don’t save me—I’m not yours to claim
Don’t speak my old forgotten name
This is the shedding of the lie
The broken birth of who survives
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[Breakdown – Crawling tempo, layered screams and reverse FX]
(SPLIT. THE. HUSK!)
I’LL RIP MYSELF FROM ME!
BLEED THE LIGHT! DROWN THE LIE!
EVERY SCAR WAS JUST A SEED TO RISE!
NO EXORCISM—NO SALVATION—
I’M THE END OF MY OWN CREATION!
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[Bridge – Echoed childlike voice over ambient distortion]
“You were always meant to break.”
“That’s how the real ones wake.”
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[Final Chorus – Slowed, devastating, melodic with full scream fade-out]
Split the husk, let the truth spill out
This isn’t pain, it’s the shedding of doubt
I wasn’t dying—I was being made
A god in the ashes of what I gave
Don’t cry for what I left behind
That shell was weak, that shell was blind
Now I breathe in flame and spit the lie
Because the husk is dead—
and I survived.
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[Outro – Insect wings fluttering, final inhale… then silence.]
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