War In My Skin

[Verse 1]
He’s shaving in the bathroom mirror
Sees a stranger in the glass
One hand steady on the handle
One wants to make it crack
Soft voice saying
“It’s alright”
Rough voice hissing
“Make it hurt”
Same eyes staring through the steam
Halo tangled in the dirt
[Pre-Chorus]
He’s praying under ragged breath
To whichever god is left
[Chorus]
There’s a war in my skin
Good man
Monster
Trading punches in my ribs
I am both of them
Pulling halos off the floor
Sharpening them into thorns
I keep losing
I keep winning
In this war
In my skin
[Verse 2]
Sunday suit in the closet
Smells like incense
Dust
And rain
Leather jacket on the chair back
Still remembers every stain
One hand sends the sorry text
Other types
“You’ll feel this too”
He can’t tell which thumb is moving
When they both belong to you
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m laughing as I say I’m fine
I’m bleeding on the line
[Chorus]
There’s a war in my skin
Good man
Monster
Trading punches in my ribs
I am both of them
Pulling halos off the floor
Sharpening them into thorns
I keep losing
I keep winning
In this war
In my skin
[Bridge]
I am the hand that helps you up
I am the boot pressed on your chest
I’m every broken promise
And the vow I meant the best
I am the light locked in the cellar
I am the lock
I am the key
When these sides collide together
All that’s left
Is me
[Chorus]
There’s a war in my skin
Good man
Monster
Trading punches in my ribs
I am both of them
Pulling halos off the floor
Sharpening them into thorns
I keep losing
I keep winning
On the edge of right and sin
I am judge
I am the victim
In this war
In my skin

rock, Brooding dark rock ballad with male vocals, slow-burning verses over palm-muted guitars and roomy toms. Pre-chorus swells with ominous bass drones and ghostly backing harmonies; chorus crashes in with wide distorted guitars, crashing cymbals, and a soaring, gritty lead. Bridge drops to half-time with reverb-soaked arpeggios, then a final, explosive chorus with stacked screams and harmonies riding the outro feedback., ballad