Step into the Dark 가사

I wear my name like borrowed skin A smile pinned on with a safety pin I can read your hurt like subtitles, clear Hold your hand, say: I'm right here But kindness costs me oxygen A chore I do with a porcelain grin My empathy is scripted speech A lighthouse built on a sharpened beach I do the good like homework late It saves your world, it drains my fate And then the cold starts tasting sweet Like clean white sheets and perfect sleep The mask gets heavy, breath gets thin So tell me, should I let it win? I'm a knife with angel hands I'm a hymn in contraband I can love you, I can leave Both feel like breathing, one like grief Pull me under, make it loud Halo glitching in the crowd If I fall, don't call it sin Call it peace sliding in Step in, don't blink, don't pray I turn the dark into runway Step in, too close, too deep No promises I can keep I've got a calm that scares my friends A tidy heart with jagged ends I hold the door, I pay the bill Then dream of silence, sharp and still When I'm kind, it's uphill runs When I'm cold, it's velvet fun Ego purrs, my conscience screams Two roommates sharing oxygen There's a Sun behind my blackout blinds But I can't swear it's there each time So if you follow where I go Bring your light, or learn to glow I'm a knife with angel hands I'm a hymn in contraband I can heal you, I can win Both feel like power on my skin Pull me under, make it loud Halo glitching in the crowd If I fall, don't call it sin Call it peace sliding in I'm not a monster, not a saint I'm a mirror with missing paint I feel you, then I feel nothing Like a switchblade softly humming If darkness is a doorway, I'll walk you through But if the light is on the other side I'm not sure it wants me too Hands up, heart down No mercy in this sound Breathe in, blackout We dance our fear out I'm a knife with angel hands I'm a hymn in contraband Come closer, if you dare There's light inside the damage there Pull me under, make it loud Halo glitching in the crowd If we fall, don't call it sin Call it dawn wearing thin Step in No guarantees Just the dark And what it frees