Glitch in the Bloodstorm

[Verse 1]
Teeth in the carpet
Laughter on fire
Television dripping red
From a painted choir
Hands on the mirror
Face pulled thin
Is it joy
Is it slaughter
Every breath
Breaking skin
[Chorus]
I am the glitch in the bloodstorm (hey!)
Delight in the venom you crave
Every scream writes a new form
Of heaven dressed up like a grave
If it’s torture that you came for
Let the spine-crack sing in time
I turn the carnage into comfort
When the echoes crawl your spine
[Verse 2]
Halo made of barbed wire
Still
It fits just fine
Holy words in broken glass
Spelling “you are mine”
Dancing in the crossfire
Smiling through the knives
Kiss the ash
Taste the static
Call it feeling alive
[Chorus]
I am the glitch in the bloodstorm (woah)
Delight in the venom you crave
Every scream writes a new form
Of heaven dressed up like a grave
If it’s torture that you came for
Let the spine-crack sing in time
I turn the carnage into comfort
When the echoes crawl your spine
[Bridge]
Different kind of rapture
Where the horror starts to glow
Where the broken find their laughter
Where the lost ones steal the show (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I am the glitch in the bloodstorm
Delight in the venom you crave
Every scream writes a new form
Of heaven dressed up like a grave
If it’s torture that you came for
Let the spine-crack sing in time
I make the massacre feel magic
When the echoes crawl your spine

rock, Hybrid metal-rock meets glitchy peak-hour rave; male vocals tearing through detuned saw leads and roaring guitars. Verses ride half-time chugs and distant ambient choirs; choruses slam into double-time kick barrage with wide supersaws and crowd-chant layers. Breakdowns get stuttered vocals, bitcrushed drums, and a massive, uplifting final drop where screaming top-line floats over a wall of sound., metal, uplifting, ambient, hardcore, glitch