اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Crown me in fractures
Shatter the bones that hold my name
Break me
This is the gospel of the broken
I found grace in this rot
I buried every lie that I clung to
And still the silence gnawed through my skull
Sanctified rot
Carry me through the fall
This pain is all I own
Let it carve me to ribbons
Pain carved the only truth I'll ever trust
If I had to break to see it
Then let the breaking be enough
Tear me down and drag me through
To see the truth of what I am
Crown me in fractures
Shatter the bones that hold my name
Break me
This is the gospel of the broken
I found grace in this rot
Sanctify scarred wounds
I found my grace in rot
Adorned with the wreckage of my own undoing
Every vein a scripture carved in skin
I feel the shame coil down my spine like rusted chain
Strip the flesh
I will not grieve the husk I left behind
Hymn of marrow and ash
I carve my elegy in stone
Drowned in night
I rot alone
Skin peeled back
What I bury is my testament
Let me feel myself die
Let me bloom where I decay
Strip the flesh off from my bones
Feast on what I was
I rise from sanctified rot
And when the night drowns me
When my heart dissolves in quiet ash
I will not fear, for in this shatter
I'll become infinite
This is not the end
Only the scarred outline of who I will become
