War beneath my skin.

Ash on my breath, blood on my hands

Born into chaos, not knowing where I stand

A crown made of thorns, a tongue full of lies

I walk the edge where the righteous die

Heaven hums like a distant hymn

While Hell drums loud beneath the skin

Chains made of shadow coil my spine

But a spark inside still dares to shine

Every prayer is a battlefield scream

Every sin, a crack in the dream

I’m the silence before the fall—

The soul that won’t choose at all

There’s a war beneath the skin

Where angels cry and devils grin

A tug-of-war for what I am

Between the Lamb and the damned

Light and dark both know my name

Carved in fire, etched in flame

And I bleed through every toll—

This is the battle for my soul

Sermons echo through a skull of stone

While demons dance when I’m alone

They wear my face, they steal my voice

And still, the light offers me a choice

A sword of truth, a serpent’s kiss

A holy wound I can’t dismiss

One side calls with sacred fire

The other feeds my dark desire

I’ve seen saints fall and sinners rise

Heaven weep with hollow eyes

No path is paved without regret—

Just scars the soul won’t soon forget

There’s a war beneath the skin

Where angels drown and devils swim

My heart’s a drum, my breath a blade

I walk the line that won’t be swayed

Torn between what’s wrong and right

I dream in black, I burn in white

And I scream through every toll—

This is the battle for my soul

Not a crown, not a cross, not a chain to bind—

Just a mirror cracked in a fractured mind

Every truth I taste turns bittersweet

Every victory walks on wounded feet

There’s a war—

Beneath the skin

Where mercy ends

And wrath begins

A reckoning dressed in flesh and bone—

I am not lost, but I walk alone

There’s a war beneath the skin

Where Heaven begs and Hell won’t win

I bear the scars of every side

But still, I rise—still, I defy

I won’t be owned by flame or throne

This soul is forged and fought alone

Let them come and pay their toll—

I am the keeper of my soul

beneath the skin

Where Heaven begs and Hell won’t win

I bear the scars of every side

But still, I rise—still, I defy

I won’t be owned by flame or throne

This soul is forged and fought alone

Let them come and pay their toll—

I am the keeper of my soul