Sick Inside Lyrics

(Verse 1)
It speaks with my voice now.
Uses my hands at night.
I wake up with blood.
Don’t remember the fight.
(Pre-Chorus)
Mirror shows me smiling.
Wrong.
(Chorus)
Demon wears my face.
Walks in my skin.
Takes what it wants.
Leaves me the sin.
I fight from inside.
It laughs at my screams.
Demon wears my face.
Living my dreams.
(Verse 2)
Friends think I’m better.
Stronger than before.
They don’t see it feeding.
Right through my core.
(Bridge)
I feel it stretch.
Making room for two.
(Chorus - Variation)
Demon wears my face.
Perfect and cold.
Stealing my life.
One piece at a time.
Soon they won’t notice.
When I disappear.
(Outro)
It wins.
I fade.

(Verse 1)
I feel it crawling around in my fucking chest every single night like it’s renting space in my ribs and paying rent with my own goddamn nightmares, stretching and twisting until my heart beats in a rhythm that doesn’t belong to me anymore.
I wake up with scratches down my back that I couldn’t have made myself and my voice sounds wrong when I try to scream for help, like something else is using my throat to test how loud it can go before it breaks.
The doctors say it’s stress, the pills do nothing, but I know this isn’t me anymore — this is the thing that moved in after that Ouija board bullshit we tried when we were drunk and stupid.
(Pre-Chorus)
It’s learning me too well.
(Chorus)
The fucking thing inside won’t leave no matter how hard I cut or pray or beg it to get the hell out of my body and my mind and whatever’s left of my soul.
It makes me do shit I would never do, says shit I would never say, and then sits back laughing while I clean up the mess and try to explain to people why I’m not the same person they used to know.
I’m trapped in here with this evil bastard wearing me like a cheap suit and all I can do is watch from the backseat while it ruins everything I ever gave a damn about.
The fucking thing inside is winning and I’m so goddamn tired.
(Verse 2)
Last night it made me drive to her house at 3 a.m. and stand outside her window just staring until the cops came, and I tried to fight it but my hands wouldn’t listen, my legs wouldn’t move, like I’m a fucking passenger in my own skin.
It whispers the worst memories I have and makes them feel good, makes me crave the darkness I used to run from, turns my guilt into something that tastes like power and I hate how much I don’t hate it anymore.
My family thinks I’m crazy, my friends are gone, and I’m starting to forget what my own laugh sounded like before this unholy piece of shit took over.
(Bridge)
I tried exorcism.
It laughed at the priest until he ran.
(Chorus - Variation)
The fucking thing inside knows all my secrets now and uses them like weapons against me every single fucking day until I don’t know where I end and it begins anymore.
I’m rotting from the inside out while it grows stronger, feeding on my fear and my rage and the last pathetic pieces of resistance I have left in this broken body.
If I ever get free I won’t be human anymore and maybe that’s the worst part of this entire nightmare.
(Outro)
Get the fuck out

The dead don’t stay buried anymore, not since that night the ground split open and they started clawing their way back up through the dirt and the concrete and every fucking crack in my reality like they had unfinished business with the living.
I see them in the corners when the lights flicker, wearing the faces of people I watched go into the ground years ago, smiling with broken teeth and eyes full of graveyard dirt while they reach for me with fingers that are too long and too cold.
They whisper my name in voices that sound like wet soil and rotting leaves, telling me it’s my turn to join them down there where the worms never stop working and the silence screams louder than any noise up here.
(Pre-Chorus)
The veil is fucking gone.
(Chorus)
They crawl through the cracks between this world and the next and they’re coming for me because I was the one who opened the door that never should have been touched in the first place.
I feel their cold hands sliding up my legs at night, pulling me down into dreams where the dirt fills my mouth and I can’t breathe but I still keep screaming anyway because that’s all that’s left.
These motherfuckers want my warmth, they want my memories, they want to drag me kicking and cursing into the dark with them where time doesn’t matter and regret never ends.
They crawl through the cracks and I can’t seal them fast enough.
(Verse 2)
My dead brother showed up in my kitchen last week and asked why I let him die alone, his face half decomposed and his voice full of maggots while he reached for the coffee like nothing had changed.
I ran but they follow me now everywhere, scratching at the windows, calling my phone with numbers that don’t exist, filling my mirrors with faces that aren’t mine anymore.
I’m losing ground every single day and the living world feels thinner than paper while the dead get louder and hungrier and more fucking real.
(Bridge)
There’s no hiding from what you wake up.
(Chorus - Variation)
They crawl through the cracks and they know every sin I ever committed, every person I hurt, every secret I buried deeper than any coffin, and they’re using it all to pull me under with them.
I can smell the decay on my own breath now and part of me wonders if fighting is even worth it anymore because the dark feels like it might finally be honest.
These bastards aren’t leaving until they take me or I become one of them.
(Outro)
Come on then.
Take me you fucks

Buried Awake
(Verse 1)
They put me in the ground too early, dirt still wet and heavy on my chest while my eyes stayed wide open in the dark.
I can hear them walking above, laughing like the funeral was just another Saturday, not knowing I’m still here tasting soil and regret.
My fingers scrape the wood until they bleed but the lid doesn’t move an inch.
(Pre-Chorus)
Air is running out.
(Chorus)
Buried awake, screaming with no sound, feeling worms already starting their slow work on my living skin.
This is the real horror — conscious the whole time, trapped in the box they nailed shut too fast.
I claw and I pray and I curse every person who said goodbye too quick.
Buried awake — and the dirt keeps pressing closer.
(Verse 2)
I remember the last face I saw before the lid closed, your face, smiling like you knew something I didn’t.
Now I wonder if you made sure they didn’t check my pulse long enough, if this was the plan all along.
The silence down here is worse than any scream.
(Bridge)
I’m still alive.
For now.
(Chorus - Variation)
Buried awake, turning into something that belongs to the earth while my mind stays sharp and terrified.
If I ever get out I won’t be the same person they lowered.
Something else will crawl up instead.
(Outro)
Still breathing.
Barely.

I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here
Let me
Out

I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here
Let me
Out

I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here
Let me
Out

(Verse 1)
You got me deep in your world now,
can’t remember life before it.
Every exit has your name on it,
every escape leads back to you.
I tried to leave last Tuesday,
ended up in your bed by midnight.
(Pre-Chorus)
This cage feels like home now,
I stopped looking for the key.
(Chorus)
No way out, no way out,
you made sure of that.
I’m stuck inside your gravity,
can’t break free even when I hate it.
Love you, hate you, need you,
doesn’t matter, I’m still here.
No way out—
and part of me likes it.
(Verse 2)
You watch me closer than my shadow,
know my moves before I make them.
I complain but I don’t run far,
because alone feels fucking empty.
We’re both prisoners at this point,
just ones who chose the cell.
(Bridge)
They say get help, they say get out,
they don’t feel what this feels like.
The sick pull, the twisted safety,
the way nothing else compares.
(Chorus - Variation)
No way out, don’t want out,
this is our sick forever.
You ruin me, I ruin you,
at least we’re consistent.
(Outro)
Lock the door.
I’m staying

(Verse 1)
Phone rings.
No one.
Voice.
(Pre-Chorus)
Familiar.
(Chorus)
Dead call.
Your name.
From grave.
Want me.
(Verse 2)
I answer.
You laugh.
Cold.
(Bridge)
Join.
(Chorus - Variation)
Dead call.
Come down.
With us.
Now.
(Outro)
Soon.

(Verse 1)
I’m done pretending I’m the good one,
smiling when I want to burn it down.
Tired of biting my tongue
while everyone else runs their mouth.
The nice guys finish last and broke,
I’ve watched it my whole life.
(Pre-Chorus)
I want what they’re afraid to take,
no guilt, no second thoughts.
(Chorus)
I want to be evil,
straight up, no excuses.
Take what I want, say what I mean,
leave the mess for someone else to clean.
No more playing by their rules,
no more asking if it’s right.
I want to be evil,
even if it costs me everything.
(Verse 2)
Evil gets the money, gets the power,
gets the stories people tell.
Good just gets forgotten,
or used until it’s worn out.
I’ve tried the decent path,
it leads nowhere I want to go.
(Bridge)
Let them call me selfish,
let them say I went too far.
At least I’ll live without the chains
they wear like they’re a star.
(Chorus - Variation)
I want to be evil,
cold when I need to be.
Honest in the worst way,
finally fucking free.
If that makes me the villain,
I’ll wear it like a crown.
(Outro)
I want to be evil.
And I’m not sorry.

(Verse 1)
I walk in the room already planning,
who I’m gonna use, who I’m gonna break.
Smile on my face, knife in my pocket,
counting every move they make.
They think I’m here to help them,
I’m here to take what’s mine.
(Pre-Chorus)
No hero shit, no redemption arc,
just clear eyes and bad ideas.
(Chorus)
Villainous intent,
that’s what runs through me.
I see the weak spots, I see the cracks,
and I know exactly where to push.
No guilt, no second guessing,
I want it all and I’ll take it.
Villainous intent—
this is who I really am.
(Verse 2)
They call it selfish, I call it honest.
Everyone’s playing the same game,
I’m just better at not pretending.
I’ll burn the bridge while I’m still on it
if it gets me what I need.
(Bridge)
Let them hate me when it’s over,
let them cry about fair play.
I sleep fine knowing I chose me,
every single fucking day.
(Chorus - Variation)
Villainous intent,
no mask, no apology.
I’ll look you in the eyes while I do it,
then keep walking when you fall.
This is my rules, my world now—
take it or get out the way.
(Outro)
Villainous intent.
And I’m good with it.

(Verse 1)
Late nights you stare at the ceiling,
counting things you’ll never say.
You smile through dinner like it’s nothing,
but your hands give it away.
I see the pause before your answers,
the way you edit every line.
(Pre-Chorus)
You built these walls so perfectly,
no one gets past the first gate.
(Chorus)
Secrets that you keep,
they’re eating you alive inside.
You carry them so quietly,
they’ve changed the way you walk at night.
I wish you’d let me see them,
even just a piece or two,
but you hold them like a weapon
aimed at anyone close to you.
(Verse 2)
Your phone lights up and you hide it,
turn the screen against your thigh.
Stories from your past stay buried,
you change the subject every time.
I’m not asking for your ledger,
just the parts you’re scared to name.
(Bridge)
One day those secrets gonna crack you,
split you right down the middle.
I’ll still be standing here waiting,
if you ever want to be real.
(Chorus - Variation)
Secrets that you keep,
they’re heavier than you admit.
They’re why you pull away at midnight,
why you never quite commit.
I love you with them,
I love you without,
but living with the unknown
is slowly wearing me out.
(Outro)
Tell me when you’re ready.
Or don’t.
I’m used to it by now.

(Verse 1)
I saw you across that shitty bar, eyes bright and full of stupid hope, laughing with your friends like the world hadn’t already gone rotten underneath.
I slid in next to you, smiled with teeth that still looked mostly human, told you how beautiful your mind seemed, how I could tell you thought deeper than the rest of these walking meat sacks.
You blushed and bought me a drink, never noticing the way my fingers twitched, already imagining cracking open your skull like a ripe fucking melon.
(Pre-Chorus)
Romance is dead.
So am I.
(Chorus)
I don’t want your heart, baby, that weak little pump full of boring blood and feelings.
I want to eat your brain, scoop it out warm and pulsing, feel it slide down my throat while you’re still blinking and confused.
I’ll kiss your lips, bite your tongue, whisper I love you right before I split your head open like a gift.
I don’t want your heart — I want to eat your brain.
(Verse 2)
We went back to your place, you thinking this was love or at least a good fuck, hands all over me while I traced the shape of your skull with my nails.
You moaned when I bit your neck, thought it was passion, didn’t feel the hunger behind it, the way I was tasting tomorrow’s meal through your thin skin.
I let you inside me, rode you slow and sweet, all while picturing the sound your cranium would make when I finally caved it in.
(Pre-Chorus)
You called it making love.
I called it tenderizing.
(Chorus)
I don’t want your heart, darling, that pathetic bloody muscle begging for mercy.
I want to eat your brain, dig my fingers through bone and gray matter, slurp the thoughts right out of you while you twitch and piss yourself.
Every memory of your mother, every secret fantasy, every stupid dream you had — I’m going to chew them up and swallow them whole.
I don’t want your heart — I want to eat your brain.
(Verse 3)
After you came, when you were soft and smiling and vulnerable, that’s when I showed you what I really am.
My jaw unhinged, teeth sharpened mid-kiss, and I slammed your head against the headboard hard enough to crack the wood.
You screamed so pretty when I dug my thumbs into your eye sockets, popped them out so I could get a better angle at the good stuff behind them.
(Bridge)
The first bite was divine — soft, warm, electric.
Your brain tasted like fear and childhood summers and every lie you ever told yourself.
You were still alive, gurgling my name, reaching for me while I ate you alive from the top down.
I kissed your bloody lips with your own gray matter on my tongue and told you this was the closest anyone ever got to truly knowing you.
(Chorus - Variation)
I don’t want your heart, lover, I left that beating on the pillow like garbage.
I wanted your brain, and fuck, it was perfect — rich, complex, dripping with everything that made you you.
Now you’re empty and quiet and mine forever, just a hollow skull and a body I might snack on later.
I don’t want your heart — I wanted to eat your brain… and I did.
(Outro)
Next time I see someone with pretty eyes and a smart mouth,
I’ll smile the same way.
Come here, baby.
Let me love you.
Let me fucking devour you.

(Verse 1)
The microwave turned on by itself again at 4 a.m., humming with this deep murderous growl that shook the counter, and when I got close the glass showed my face melting, skin sliding off in burning strips while I wasn’t even touching it.
I tried to unplug it but the cord whipped around my wrist like a steel snake, yanking me forward as the door flew open and blasted me with radiation so hot it blistered my chest instantly, the smell of my own cooking flesh filling the room.
It wants me inside — wants to nuke me alive, explode my blood vessels, boil my eyes in their sockets until they burst and run down my cheeks like fucking egg yolk.
(Pre-Chorus)
It’s done waiting.
(Chorus)
My microwave wants to kill me in the most brutal way possible, cook me from the inside out until my organs liquefy and spray out my mouth while I scream, trapped in that metal coffin of burning radiation.
It’s going to melt my bones, char my muscles black, pop every vein in my body like overcooked sausages, then keep going until I’m nothing but a smoking pile of meat and screams.
I smashed the fucking thing but it kept running, sparks flying, door slamming like it was laughing, promising to roast me alive for every time I ignored its beeps and left it dirty.
My microwave wants to kill me — and it’s going to be slow, agonizing, and complete.
(Verse 2)
Last night it caught my hand when I tried to open it, the glass door clamping down like a guillotine and burning through skin and muscle until I could see white bone, the radiation eating deeper while I ripped myself free in a spray of blood and cooked flesh.
The walls around it are starting to warp from the heat, and I swear I heard it whispering my name in a distorted mechanical voice, describing exactly how it’s going to explode my brain inside my skull.
I threw it out the window but it came back on somehow, sitting in the yard humming louder, waiting for me to sleep so it can crawl back in and finish what it started.
(Bridge)
This machine fucking hates me.
And it’s stronger now.
(Chorus - Variation)
My microwave wants to kill me violently, sadistically, turning me into a human popcorn bag that bursts open with steaming guts and boiled blood across the kitchen.
It’s possessed by every forgotten meal, every explosion I caused, every time I treated it like a slave, and now it’s getting its revenge by cooking me alive from the fucking marrow outward.
I can feel the radiation in the air already, making my teeth ache and my skin itch like it’s about to peel.
My microwave wants to kill me — and nothing I do is going to stop it.
(Outro)
It’s humming.
It’s ready.

If the universe is teeming with life | Then where is everybody | The silence has a weight to it | Fourteen billion years of nothing answering | The optimists say they are too far away | The pessimists say they destroyed themselves | The realists say the math allows for both | But none of them considered the third answer | The third answer arrived on the SETI screens | Not as a signal but as an absence | A structured absence, a deliberate silence | The kind of quiet that takes effort | [Chorus] | The solution to the Fermi Paradox | Is not that we are alone | The solution is that everyone else | Learned to stop making sound | They are out there, all of them | Every civilization the Drake Equation predicted | Huddled on their worlds | With their transmitters dark and their cities buried | Not dead, hiding | From something that moves between the stars | Something attracted to electromagnetic radiation | The way predators are attracted to movement | And our planet, our chattering little world | Has been broadcasting since 1895 | Radio waves expanding outward | Like a shout in a forest full of wolves | [Chorus] | The solution to the Fermi Paradox | Is not that we are alone | The solution is that everyone else | Learned to stop making sound | The SETI data contained one more thing | Buried in the structured silence | A warning, encoded in the absence of signal | Like a message written in invisible ink | It said: go quiet | Go quiet now | You have been heard | And what heard you | Is already | Closer | Than you think |

Pie is infinite
Irrational, non-repeating
An endless string of digits
That goes on without pattern or terminus

Until it doesn't

The computer calculated past the known limit
One hundred trillion digits and counting
And at position one hundred trillion
And forty-seven

The digits stopped

Not the calculation, the number itself
Pi terminated in a string of zeros
Followed by a sequence
That was not numerical

Chorus

The last digit of Pi
Was not supposed to exist
The last digit of Pi
Contains a message that the math insisted

The mathematicians convened emergency sessions
An irrational number cannot be rational
An infinite sequence cannot terminate
And yet the computer showed the proof

At the end of Pi
Past the trillionth digit
The universe ran out of randomness
And a pattern emerged

Not a mathematical pattern
A linguistic one
A message encoded in the base mathematics
Of reality itself

Chorus

The last digit of Pi
Was not supposed to exist
The last digit of Pi
Contains a message that the math insisted

The message, translated from its mathematical encoding
From the language of circles and radii
From the fundamental ratio
That governs the shape of everything curved:

Congratulations
You have reached the edge
Of the program

Please do not look
Past the rendering boundary
The scenery beyond this point
Has not been generated

And the entities responsible
For the maintenance of your mathematical constants
Have been alerted
To your presence
At this depth

Do not calculate further
Do not look
At what holds
The numbers
Together

We scream at each other until the neighbors bang on the walls, saying shit we can’t take back, calling out every ugly truth we’ve been holding in for weeks, and then somehow we end up naked on the floor like the fighting was just foreplay all along.
I tell you I hate you while I’m still inside you, mean it in the moment, then come harder because the anger makes everything sharper and more real than any sweet talk ever could.
You grab my throat while reminding me how fucked up I am for staying, and I smile because we both know neither one of us is leaving this cycle anytime soon.
(Pre-Chorus)
This is how we communicate best — through rage and teeth and bruises.
(Chorus)
Hate me then fuck me, turn all that anger into something useful, use my body to punish me for every fight we just had.
I want it rough, I want it mean, I want you to take out every dark thought on me until we’re both exhausted and quiet again.
We’re terrible together, we bring out the worst, but the sex after the hate is the only time I feel close to you.
Hate me then fuck me — it’s the only honest thing we do.
(Verse 2)
After we finish we don’t cuddle, we just lie there breathing heavy, still mad but too tired to keep fighting, knowing tomorrow we’ll do the exact same dance all over again.
You tell me I’m the worst thing that ever happened to you while your hand is still between my legs, and I believe you because it feels true in that moment.
Nobody outside this room would understand how love and hate can feel exactly the same when it’s this intense.
(Bridge)
Normal couples talk it out.
We destroy each other then rebuild with sex and silence.
I don’t want normal anymore.
(Chorus - Variation)
Hate me then fuck me, make it hurt so good I forget why I was angry in the first place.
This toxic loop is our love language now, and I’m fluent as hell.
We’ll probably burn out eventually but right now I don’t care.
(Outro)
Hate me.
Then fuck me harder

(Verse 1)
You swear you weren’t in my apartment last night but I found the drawer slightly open exactly the way you always leave it when you go through my things, and now I’m questioning if I’m the one who moved it just to feel something real.
Every time I bring it up you smile that calm smile and ask if I’ve been sleeping enough, like I’m the broken one for noticing the way you study me when you think I’m not looking.
I check the locks three times before bed now, but somehow you still get inside my head easier than any door.
(Pre-Chorus)
The doubt is starting to feel like company.
(Chorus)
Tell me I’m crazy, tell me I made it all up, tell me the shadows in the corner are just my imagination running wild again.
I want to believe you so bad it hurts, but the little things keep adding up and I can’t stop counting them.
Twist my mind until I don’t trust my own eyes, make me apologize for seeing what I saw.
Tell me I’m crazy — I almost need you to convince me.
(Verse 2)
You delete messages while I’m in the shower and act shocked when I ask who they were from, then turn it around so smoothly I end up comforting you for feeling accused.
My friends say I’ve changed, that I’m paranoid now, but they don’t live with the version of you that watches me like a science experiment.
I’m starting to flinch at my own reflection because I don’t know if the fear in my eyes is mine or the one you planted there.
(Bridge)
Part of me knows this is fucked.
The bigger part is scared of what happens if I’m right about you.
(Chorus - Variation)
Tell me I’m crazy, keep rewriting my reality until I can’t tell which memories are actually mine anymore.
I’m losing pieces of myself in this game and you play it so well it almost feels like love.
Hold me while you break my mind — that’s the part that scares me most.
(Outro)
Am I crazy?
Or are you just that good?

(Verse 1)
I cracked the fridge at 3 a.m. and the stench punched me in the face like a rotting corpse, but worse — the leftovers were fucking moving, the mold-covered chicken swelling and splitting open with wet popping sounds while black veins of decay pulsed underneath the slime.
Maggots poured out in thick waves, turning into tiny fanged mouths that screamed my name as the old spaghetti twisted into tentacles, wrapping around the shelves and yanking them hard enough to crack the plastic.
The meat had grown teeth, rows of jagged yellow ones, gnashing and tearing into each other, fighting to be the first to get out and rip into something warm and alive.
(Pre-Chorus)
They remembered how I abandoned them.
(Chorus)
The leftovers came alive and they’re vicious as fuck, ripping through the fridge door with claws made of bone and rot, hungry to tear my guts open and drag them across the kitchen floor.
They want violent revenge — to burrow into my stomach, chew through my organs while I’m still breathing, turn me into the next pile of forgotten waste covered in their slime.
I hear them slamming against the door at night, screaming with a thousand rotten voices, promising to eat me piece by screaming piece until nothing’s left but blood and cartilage.
The leftovers came alive — and they’re going to fucking devour me.
(Verse 2)
This morning the door was wide open and the trail was everywhere — chunks of pulsing mold dragging themselves across the tile, leaving streaks of black pus and half-digested meat that kept twitching and biting at the air.
One piece latched onto my ankle, sinking razor teeth through my skin, burrowing deep while I smashed it with a hammer and it exploded in a spray of green blood and writhing worms that tried to crawl up my legs.
Now the whole fridge is a slaughterhouse, walls dripping with gore, and I can hear them multiplying, growing bigger, sharpening their bones into blades for when they finally come for my throat.
(Bridge)
I made them monsters.
Now they want to make me meat.
(Chorus - Variation)
The leftovers came alive with pure violent hatred, tearing each other apart just to get stronger so they can rip my fucking face off and wear it while they eat the rest of me alive.
They’re not just hungry — they’re sadistic, planning to keep me conscious while they dissolve my insides, force me to watch my own body turn into the same rotten slop I left behind.
I barricaded the kitchen but I hear the wood cracking, the wet slapping sounds of decaying flesh crawling closer, ready to feast.
The leftovers came alive — and death by them is going to be slow, painful, and fucking disgusting.
(Outro)
They’re out.
They’re coming.
Run.

(Verse 1)
We’re tearing each other apart from the inside out and I’m so fucking tired of pretending we’re still on the same side when every conversation turns into a goddamn battlefield where nobody wins and we both just bleed out slower.
You say one thing then do the exact opposite, I push back harder because I’m done being the only one trying, and now we’re two broken pieces that don’t fit anymore but we keep smashing them together like idiots who forgot how to quit.
The trust is gone, the love is poisoned, and all that’s left is this rage that fills the room every time we look at each other, knowing we built this mess together but neither one of us wants to clean it up first.
(Pre-Chorus)
We’re splitting right down the middle.
(Chorus)
Divided we fall, you selfish motherfucker, divided we burn everything we said we’d protect because we’re too goddamn stubborn to bend even an inch.
I hate you, I need you, I want to destroy you and then crawl back into your arms like nothing happened, and that sick cycle is killing us both but we keep feeding it anyway.
We used to stand together against the world, now we’re the ones ripping each other down, piece by fucking piece, until there’s nothing left worth saving.
Divided we fall — and it feels like we’re racing each other to the bottom.
(Verse 2)
I see the way you look at me now like I’m the enemy instead of the person you used to fuck like the world was ending, and it makes me want to scream until my throat gives out because this is what we turned our love into.
Every secret you kept, every time you pulled away, every fight where we said shit we can’t take back — it all added up and now the foundation is cracked so bad the whole house is coming down around us.
We’re both guilty, both assholes, both too proud to admit we’re the reason this is dying, but I’m still here yelling at you because walking away feels even worse than this war we’re stuck in.
(Bridge)
We could fix it if we stopped hating each other for five fucking minutes.
But we won’t.
(Chorus - Variation)
Divided we fall, and it’s ugly as hell, watching something that used to feel unbreakable crack apart because we got lazy and mean and stopped choosing each other.
I still love you in the worst possible way, the kind that makes me want to hurt you so you feel what I feel, the kind that keeps me here even when I know I should run.
This division is gonna bury us both and we’re too fucking angry to reach out and pull each other back up.
Divided we fall — and maybe we deserve it.
(Outro)
Fall then.
We both earned this.
Fuck it.

(Verse 1)
Everything’s quiet till it isn’t,
then the whole thing blows apart.
One wrong word, one right move,
watch the dominoes all fall.
I’ve been loading this up for months now,
keeping it cool on the surface.
(Pre-Chorus)
Pressure’s been building,
can’t hold it anymore.
(Chorus)
Boom.
Everything changes in a second.
Boom.
Watch it burn, watch it break.
No more waiting, no more quiet,
I’m done playing small and safe.
Boom—
let it all go up in flames.
(Verse 2)
They’ll act surprised when it happens,
like they didn’t see it coming.
I warned them in small ways,
they just never listened.
Now the quiet one is loud,
and the nice one’s had enough.
(Bridge)
Let it explode, let it scatter,
pick up whatever’s left behind.
I’m not cleaning up their mess,
this one’s mine and I’m owning it.
(Chorus - Variation)
Boom.
No going back after this.
Boom.
New rules, new me, new start.
I feel lighter when it’s over,
even if it leaves a scar.
Boom—
this is how I get free.
(Outro)
Boom.
It’s done.

(Verse 1)
My grandmother warned me.
Before she went mad.
The blood in our veins.
Was never just ours.
(Pre-Chorus)
It wakes up hungry.
(Chorus)
Cursed bloodline runs hot.
Calls monsters to feed.
Every generation.
Forced to bleed.
I see them in mirrors.
The ones who came first.
Cursed bloodline won’t stop.
Until I’m the worst.
(Verse 2)
It pushes me forward.
To edges and lies.
Makes me enjoy hurting.
The light in their eyes.
(Bridge)
I tried to break it.
Cut it out clean.
(Chorus - Variation)
Cursed bloodline laughs loud.
When I try to fight.
It owns every future.
Every dark night.
My children will carry.
This same endless war.
(Outro)
It never ends.
It just waits.

(Verse 1)
The old gods never really died, they just went quiet for a few centuries and now they’re waking up pissed off and hungry because we forgot their names and replaced them with our weak modern shit that means nothing to the things that used to rule the dark spaces between stars.
I found the book in my grandfather’s attic and read the words out loud like a fucking idiot and now something ancient and massive is looking at me through every reflective surface, measuring my soul like it’s deciding which parts to eat first.
They remember the blood we owe them, the sacrifices we stopped making, and they’re collecting with interest in the form of nightmares that bleed into daytime and voices that make my bones vibrate with pure fucking terror.
(Pre-Chorus)
They’re patient but not anymore.
(Chorus)
The old gods remember every promise we broke and every altar we abandoned and they’re coming back through the cracks in our fucking reality to take what’s theirs with teeth and claws and endless fucking hunger.
I feel them in my blood when the moon is right, ancient and angry and demanding I kneel or burn or offer up the people I love as payment for centuries of neglect and arrogance.
These primordial bastards don’t negotiate, they don’t forgive, they just consume and I’m the idiot who reminded them we still exist down here where the meat is warm and the fear tastes sweet.
The old gods remember and they’re fucking ravenous.
(Verse 2)
My skin crawls with symbols I never learned but somehow know now, burning under the surface like brands from another time when humans were just cattle to things that had no names we could pronounce without losing our minds.
I tried to burn the book but the fire wouldn’t touch it and now the pages follow me, whispering in languages that hurt to hear and showing me visions of cities swallowed by darkness and oceans running red with the forgotten.
There’s no priest or scientist or fucking therapist who can help me because this evil is older than every god we worship today and twice as cruel.
(Bridge)
We were warned.
We laughed.
(Chorus - Variation)
The old gods remember and they’ve chosen me as the first payment, the messenger, the vessel, the poor stupid fuck who woke them up and now has to watch everything fall apart because of one careless night of curiosity.
I feel them stretching inside my mind, rewriting what I am, turning me into something that serves the dark instead of running from it.
There’s no escape from what’s older than time and meaner than hell.
(Outro)
Take it all.
You win you ancient pieces of shit.