The Quiet Erasure!

A Quiet Enclosure & A sweet embrace.

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[Intro] The windows are nailed shut and the mirrors are all painted in black. You say it’s to keep me safe, but I think it’s so I won't see what's missing and Whats fake.

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[Verse 1] I used to know the weight of my name, but you’ve turned it into a word that tastes like bitters & shame. You tell your friends I’m unstable and confused, while you harvest every bit of my strength to be used. You took my keys but you changed the locks on my mind, leaving the man I was somewhere behind. I’m a titan of blood and bone and hide, but I’m shrinking every second from your poison inside. You say I’m lucky that you’re the only one that cares, while you trap my every moment in a thousand silk thoughts.

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[Chorus] You’re the architect of a beautiful lie, watching the wolf in my spirit slowly curl up and die. You drink the light from my eye and call it the sight, while the ground beneath my feet begins to crumble and split. I’m a prisoner of your mercy and a slave to your bliss, disappearing into the lines of your elegant shits. You don’t need silver to make me behave, you just built your manor on top of my grave.

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[Verse 2] I wake up with a fog that I can’t quite explain, while you whisper that the sunlight is nothing but pain. You mock the way I remember the woods and the cold, telling me my memories are just stories I’ve told. You use my claws to open your letters and wine, then punish me for wanting what used to be mine. I’m a god of the mountain turned into a ghost, serving the woman who hates me the most. You say you’re my anchor while you’re dragging me down, building your palace as I silently drown.

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[Chorus] You’re the architect of a beautiful lie, watching the wolf in my spirit slowly curl up and die. You drink the light from my eye and call it the sight, while the ground beneath my feet begins to crumble and split. I’m a prisoner of your mercy and a slave to your bliss, disappearing into the lines of your elegant shits. You don’t need silver to make me behave, you just built your manor on top of my grave.

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[verse 3] I’m tracing the outlines of a man in the mud, While you sweep up the ashes and tell me it’s just bud. You’ve rewritten the script the ink turned dust, Leaving me buried neck-deep in your holy flood. I’m a king in a cage, you made of glass and regret, Paying a ransom for a life you never gave back. You call it protection, I call it a shroud, A silent scream lost in your beautiful veil.

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[Bridge] I am a hurricane trapped in a jar on your shelf, a creature who all have taught him to be afraid of himself. Snap that thin neck with a single, sharp sound, but I’m too busy begging on my back for my feet to touch the ground.

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[Outro] The moon I see is just a lightbulb in a house made of glass. Paper walls. Sit - Stay. Lacquer nails. Iron silk. Good boy. Hallow Man. None of this ever happened.