Look Inside Lyrics

| [Verse 1] | Started with a script for pain | From a doc who never asked my name | Little orange bottle, white lie | Said, “Take as needed”—I did to survive | Three weeks in, I needed more | Not for pain, but just to feel the floor | Then four turned to ten | And ten turned to “fuck it” again | [Chorus] | Orange bottles, black holes | I traded laughter for control | Friends stopped callin’, shows got thin | I lost count of the lives I let in | Poppin’ silence just to cope | Takin’ pills instead of hope | These orange bottles, black holes— | Swallowed more than I ever told | [Verse 2] | Used to write songs about sex and sin | Now I write lies on scripts I spin | Mom stopped cryin’, Dad walked out | Only thing left is a gutted shout | Tour van’s empty, phone’s a grave | And my last girl left with what I gave | I said I’d quit next week, then next | Now I’m beggin’ dealers like an ex | [Chorus] | Orange bottles, black holes | Every pill steals what I stole | I lost the light, I lost the band | I lost the use of my own damn hands | I used to burn with glitter pride | Now I just shake and hope I die | These orange bottles, black holes— | And I keep sinking down below | [Bridge] | You can’t stage dive when you’re six feet deep | Can’t fuck the pain out when you can’t sleep | And every mirror just shows that ghost | Of who I was… the most | [Verse 3] | I pawned my amp for another hit | Played sold-out lies and swallowed it | I kissed the needle once or twice | Then married it with blood and ice | [Final Chorus] | Orange bottles, black holes | That’s what you get when no one knows | I smiled onstage while I bled inside | Signed autographs with a suicide | Now I write this down in a motel room | Half-alive, full of doom | These orange bottles, black holes— | And I still pretend I’m in control | [Outro] | If you’re hearin’ this | I ain’t gone yet | But if I vanish... | Don’t forget.

| [Verse 1] | She’s the fire I swore I’d never touch | The one in the crowd who stares too much | Got a ring on her hand, and a man on her phone | But every time she moans, she moans alone | She says my name like it’s blasphemy | Like tasting me is the end of peace | We don’t meet in places light can find | Just sweat-stained sheets and stolen time | [Chorus] | But I cross that line again | Every time she whispers “sin” | It ain’t love—it’s a knife in disguise | Cutting deeper every time she lies | Yeah, I cross that line again | Like a fool with a shaking hand | She’s the wrong I crave | The ache I feed | The prayer I break | When I believe | [Verse 2] | She says, “Don’t fall, just fuck me slow— | Make me forget he still don’t know.” | And I should walk, but my knees give out | When she pulls me in with that crooked mouth | She wears guilt like perfume, raw and real | And I breathe it in like a dirty deal | This ain’t romance—this is heat and smoke | A holy burn with every stroke | [Chorus] | Still I cross that line again | Like a priest with poison on his skin | Her hands say “stop,” but her hips say “more” | And I kneel at her goddamn door | Yeah, I cross that line again | For the hell she hides behind her grin | She’s the truth I fight | The lie I need | The chain I choose | When I want to bleed | [Bridge] | Every thrust is a fucking dare | Every kiss is a brand I wear | And when she comes, I disappear— | Into the silence she won’t share | [Verse 3] | She’ll never leave, and I won’t stay | But we still fuck like it’s Judgment Day | And I know one night it’ll tear me down | But until then, I’ll drown and drown | [Final Chorus] | Yes, I cross that line again | With a soul too broke to defend | She’s the secret I scream | The shame I ride | The poison I pour | When I can’t hide | I cross that line again— | And pray she comes before I die | [Outro] | She said, “We’ll burn if we keep this up.” | I said, “Then light the match… and shut the fuck up.”

| [Verse 1] | She kissed me like a guillotine | Every moan carved out a scream | Said I was hers, said I was weak | Then spit her secrets in my sleep | Her love came wrapped in chains and claws | A pretty lie with hidden laws | Told me “baby, you’re all I need” | Then drained me slow like I might bleed | [Chorus] | There’s venom in her voice | And I still call it song | She breaks me by her choice | And says I did it wrong | I know it’s poison, know it’s pain | But I’m too deep to break the chain | Yeah, there’s venom in her voice | And I still sing along | [Verse 2] | She don’t hit, but god she cuts | Every word’s a twisted touch | She makes me laugh, then pulls the rug | And fucks me cold, then calls it love | Friends don’t call, my mom gave up | They say I’ve drowned in her empty cup | But when she cries, I break apart | And write another song from the dark | [Chorus] | There’s venom in her voice | And it tastes like home | She owns my hurt, she owns my choice | She breaks me soft, she breaks me slow | I know this ain’t what love should be | But she’s the cage and she’s the key | There’s venom in her voice | And I still beg for more | [Bridge] | She says “No one else would stay” | And maybe she’s right | But some nights I dream of a sunrise | Where I don’t need to fight | But then she touches me— | And I forget how to leave | [Verse 3] | She’s got claws in my memory | And hands on every piece of me | And I swear each time I’ll go | But I light another smoke | And hope she never knows | [Final Chorus] | There’s venom in her voice | But I still hum the tune | She calls me broken, calls me noise | And I still orbit her black moon | It’s killing me to stay this near | But it’d kill me worse to disappear | There’s venom in her voice— | And it drowns out mine | [Outro] | She said, “Don’t leave, you’re all I need.” | And I believed her | Like a fool | With a leash | And no key.

| [Verse 1] | He was the king of Friday nights | Laugh too loud, fists full of fights | Neon grin and leather soul | Till the pain got loud, and the pills took hold | Said, “Doc gave me this for the fall— | Now I don’t feel a goddamn thing at all.” | Used to sing, used to shine | Now he’s chasing ghosts in a needle line | [Chorus] | White lines and closed eyes | He’s nodding out under neon skies | Once had fire, now he fades | Swallowed whole by the mess he made | White lines and empty prayers | Nobody wins when nobody cares | He ain’t dead, but he don’t rise— | Just lives between | White lines and closed eyes | [Verse 2] | She was homecoming with hips that swayed | Prom queen dreams and A-grade grades | Lost her knee in a wrecked Camaro | Got painkillers and a black halo | Said, “This ain’t junk, this is relief— | It’s legal sin and blessed grief.” | Now she sells her mom’s old ring | For another night she won’t feel a thing | [Chorus] | White lines and closed eyes | She floats where the silence lies | Once danced wild, now she crawls | Through bathroom tiles and withdrawal calls | White lines and no more dawn | Just bruises where her dreams were drawn | She’s not gone, but she’s not alive— | Just curled up in | White lines and closed eyes | [Bridge] | They said, “It’s safe, it’s just a script,” | But never warned about the grip | It ain’t the junkie in the alley now— | It’s your neighbor | And your wedding vow | [Verse 3] | Now every show, I see that face | In someone out there, outta place | Eyes too dull, too far, too gone | Still mouthing every goddamn song | [Final Chorus] | White lines and closed eyes | Another soul the system buys | No rock bottom, no grand goodbye— | Just cold floors and angels dry | White lines, forgotten names | Tiny bottles, massive flames | We scream for them, but no one replies— | Just silence | And closed eyes | [Outro] | If you're listening | And you're fading too... | There’s still a hand | Reaching through.

| [Verse 1] | Met her in the pit with a face full of sweat | Said, “You look like sin and bad decisions, bet?” | She grabbed my belt and bit my lip | Said, “Let’s find out how fast you strip.” | She had fishnets ripped from sin | With a moan that could melt my skin | She don’t do slow, she don’t do shy | She just said, “Fuck me or say goodbye.” | [Chorus] | She’s hotter than my ex, wilder than my past | Rides me like a stolen bike, never cums last | Leather and lips, all tease and threat | And I ain’t even hit my limits yet | She’s hotter than my ex, drippin’ in sweat | And tonight’s a song I won’t forget | [Verse 2] | She don’t wanna cuddle, don’t do names | Just fucks like thunder and leaves like flames | Left nail marks down my spine | Then said, “Baby, your guilt tastes fine.” | We trashed the green room, broke the couch | Fucked so loud the lights gave out | And when I gasped, “You kill me, babe” | She said, “That’s foreplay, now behave.” | [Chorus] | She’s hotter than my ex, louder than regret | Sweats out sin in a lace corset | No strings, no games, just legs and heat | And a tongue that don’t know retreat | She’s hotter than my ex, soaked in threat | And I ain’t finished with her yet | [Bridge] | She kissed like hate and fucked like war | I limped away and begged for more | She said, “You’ll write a song, you’ll cry— | But you’ll still dream of these thighs.” | [Verse 3] | Now every town, I see her ghost | Onstage moans in my own toast | And every time I try to love clean | I hear her laugh behind the screen | [Final Chorus] | Hotter than my ex, hell in lace | She wrecked my mind, she fucked my face | No mercy, just a moan and grin | And a ride that ripped through every sin | Hotter than my ex, no regrets | Just cum-soaked sheets and cigarettes | [Outro] | She left her panties in my setlist | And yeah, I kept ‘em. | Just in case I forget what danger kissed.

| [Verse 1] | Saw her at the diner after the rush | Hair like sin and lips that crush | Clocked out early, still dressed to sin | With the look of someone who always wins | She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t tease | She moves like sweat between the sheets | Knows her worth, knows her game | Every man just learns her name | [Chorus] | She’s a five o’clock whore | No shame, just need | She don’t want flowers | She wants you to bleed | By six you’re wrecked | By seven you’re poor | But still beg for more | From the five o’clock whore | [Verse 2] | She don’t chase hearts, just skin and cash | A soul so sharp it cuts like lash | Flavored lip gloss, bruised perfume | Leaves you naked and outta room | Neighbors whisper, but they stare too long | She’s the hook in every filthy song | No ring, no vows, no chains to break | She’s the end to every bad mistake | [Chorus] | Five o’clock whore | Kisses like theft | She steals your name | Then takes what’s left | By eight you’re ash | By nine, folklore— | Another notch | For the five o’clock whore | [Bridge] | Her door don’t lock | But her rules are firm | You get the heat | But never the burn | No goodbye | Just the echo of knees | And the scent of lust | On motel sheets | [Verse 3] | She once had dreams—so the rumors go | But dreams don’t last in the undertow | Now she’s the fever they can’t ignore | A walking fuck you | And so much more | [Final Chorus] | Five o’clock whore | With heels like blades | She cuts through prayers | And Sunday shades | By ten, she’s gone | Like smoke from war | But they still crawl | To the five o’clock whore | [Outro] | Not every queen wears gold or grace | Some just leave | A lipstick trace

| [Verse 1] | She came out the haze in a miniskirt war | Tattoos lit up like a neon sore | Eyes like fire, breath like sin | The kind of girl that’ll pull you in | She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t care | She just leans back in a plastic chair | With legs crossed like loaded guns | And a scent like midnight fuckin' runs | [Chorus] | She’s stripped down and dangerous, mean on cue | Drinks your pride, then fucks your truth | Leaves your wallet, steals your name | And you’ll still come back for pain | Stripped down and dangerous, born to break | She’s the heart attack you’ll beg to take | [Verse 2] | Once she danced in warehouse halls | Now she’s scrawled on bathroom stalls | With lipstick names and hotel keys | That read like holy fucking pleas | Boys turn to dogs at her heel | She eats hearts like her favorite meal | Never calls, never stays | But her bite still scars for days | [Chorus] | Stripped down and dangerous, kiss of fire | She burns through hope, then climbs you higher | Leaves her teeth in every sin | Then whispers sweet nothings through your grin | Stripped down and dangerous, built to taunt | And you’re just another haunted want | [Bridge] | No good girl ever danced like that | No saint ever wore a body like that | She doesn’t wreck you—she remakes | And every moan's another break | [Verse 3] | Now you find her in your mind | In every girl that’s not her kind | She’s the wound you never treat | The slut you dream in holy heat | [Final Chorus] | Stripped down and dangerous, too damn real | Lays you bare and makes you feel | Like the world was made to end | Between her thighs, not in pretend | Stripped down and dangerous, no goodbyes | Just lipstick on your alibis | [Outro] | She’s long gone | But you still sin | Like her name | Lives on your skin

| [Verse 1] | She moves like heaven, talks like hell | Every kiss a loaded spell | The perfume’s laced with gasoline | And I light it up just to feel clean | Nails like mercy, eyes like storms | Love in bite marks, pain in forms | We break the bed, then break the rules | Play war games in lover’s tools | [Chorus] | She’s pretty when it burns—God, I know | Twists the blade but makes it slow | Leaves me bruised, then makes me beg | Sits like sin across my leg | Can’t run, can’t stay, can’t breathe, can’t learn | But fuck, she’s pretty when it burns | [Verse 2] | We scream in whispers, sleep in shame | Wear each other like a flame | Her lies taste sweet, her truths are steel | She makes the hurt feel fucking real | Our pictures cracked along the wall | Still frame smiles that watched us fall | I watch her dress, she watches me | Like a cage disguised as ecstasy | [Chorus] | She’s pretty when it burns—no disguise | Even her pain wears painted eyes | She claws my throat then makes me moan | Builds me up just to dethrone | Can’t leave, can’t fight, can’t twist, can’t turn | Still—she’s pretty when it burns | [Bridge] | There’s love in chains, there’s trust in scars | There’s lust in every wound we carve | We don’t talk—just shatter skin | Where the hell we end is where we begin | [Verse 3] | Her voice still calls from every room | Smells like sex and slow perfume | And I swear I’ll go—but I never do | Because breaking free would mean losing you | [Final Chorus] | She’s pretty when it burns—fire-fed | Lives in my lungs and fucks my head | Tells me “stay” without a sound | And I kneel like I’ve been crowned | Can’t stop, can’t fix, can’t break, can’t yearn | But damn—she’s pretty when it burns | [Outro] | She kisses like chains | And I love how they sting | Even angels sometimes | Clip their own wings

| [Verse 1] | She came from grace in a stolen coat | Halo bent and heels that glow | Said she tried the pearly gates | But they don’t like girls who masturbate | Her wings were torn, but lips were red | Hung her halo over some stranger’s bed | Sins tattooed in foreign tongues | And a laugh that made old gods run | [Chorus] | She got kicked out of heaven for grinding too hard | Trading hymns for strip clubs and credit cards | They couldn’t tame her holy lies | So she found her church between her thighs | Now she’s sinning in stilettos, drunk on lust | And she only kneels when it’s rough | [Verse 2] | Preachers tried to buy her soul | She sold it twice for rock and roll | Reads her Bible in the nude | And quotes the devil when she’s in the mood | She once tried love, it didn’t last | Too much fire, not enough gas | So now she takes what makes her moan | And leaves you cold and all alone | [Chorus] | She got kicked out of heaven for being too loud | Dancing on clouds with her ass out proud | Gabriel cried, but Lucifer smiled | She lit up hell and made it wild | Now she’s blowing kisses to the saved and cursed | And they all come crawling back to her | [Bridge] | Don’t need no wings to fly tonight | Just a low-cut dress and appetite | She ain't fallen—she’s fucking free | And hell never looked this heavenly | [Verse 3] | Now stained glass shakes when she walks by | Angels blush and demons sigh | They say she’s lost, but damn she’s found | Making saints come crashing down | [Final Chorus] | Kicked out of heaven with sin to spare | Now she rides thunder and swears in prayers | Gods may judge, but they still stare | As she grinds out redemption on a dare | Kicked out, stripped down, holy no more— | But baby, she owns that dance floor | [Outro] | She’s not fallen | She just aimed low | And found | A better way to go

Angels blush and demons sigh | They say she’s lost, but damn she’s found | Making saints come….

I spit syllables like splintered glass, slicing through the static, | Every word a wildfire, but you only taste the ashes, | Reading my lips, but you never hear the panic, | Twisting my meaning ‘til the weight collapses. | They call me cryptic, call me tragic, | Say I’m slipping through semantics, | Every metaphor’s a noose, but they just call it magic, | Waving my warnings like they’re paper in the wind. | | No one reads between the lines, they just trace the ink, | Miss the blood beneath the letters, miss the bones that sink. | I scream in color but they watch in black and white, | Turning my breakdowns into bedtime lullabies. | I sharpen my silence into shattered steel, | Turn my thoughts to thunder, but they call it a drizzle, | Bleeding out in pixels, but they only see the reel, | All my nightmares stitched in riddles. | They want me smiling, sanitized, shrink-wrapped safe, | A parody of passion with the edges erased, | I write in riddles, in wreckage, in rage, | But they read it like a greeting card and throw it away. | | No one reads between the lines, they just trace the ink, | Miss the blood beneath the letters, miss the bones that sink. | I scream in color but they watch in black and white, | Turning my breakdowns into bedtime lullabies. | I could carve my confession in the sky with fire, | Could spell it out in sirens, could shatter the quiet, | But they’d smile and nod, call it clever, call it art, | Never see the scream beating inside my heart. | Let me etch my eulogy in the walls of your mind, | Let me haunt the echoes that you leave behind, | Let my words be a weapon that you finally see, | Or just watch as I drown in the space in between. | | No one reads between the lines, they just trace the ink, | Miss the blood beneath the letters, miss the bones that sink. | I scream in color but they watch in black and white, | Turning my breakdowns into bedtime lullabies. | I choke on the weight of the words I can’t say, | But you only hear the ones that sound okay.

Footsteps fade but the road still swallows, | Every choice carves deeper, every shadow follows, | Torn tracks cut through the dirt like veins, | No mercy, no meaning, just movement and pain. | Tires spin, spitting dust like venom, | Breath burns dry but I won’t let it bend me, | No signal, no signs, just silence screaming, | Keep moving forward or let the past end me. | | No way back, no second chances, | No rewinds, no redemption dances, | Leave it burning, let it rot, | Once you step, you take the shot. | Fire in my chest, fists full of reasons, | Every road behind me lined with demons, | I could turn, could beg, could break, | But I’d rather be wreckage than run from fate. | Hands grip tight on the wheel of regret, | But the rearview mirror only holds death, | Swerve, slide, skid into nothing, | I’ll carve my way before I quit running. | | No way back, no second chances, | No rewinds, no redemption dances, | Leave it burning, let it rot, | Once you step, you take the shot. | No compass, no conscience, just choices colliding, | Either break the barrier or be buried inside it, | Torn maps, dead ends, no space for stopping, | A road with no mercy for those who drop it. | If I bleed, if I break, let the dirt drink me dry, | But I won’t turn back just to watch myself die.

She dances in the spotlight, bathed in neon light | Wearing nothing but the truth and a smile that bites | Her body’s a weapon, her soul’s a lie | She’ll sell you her dreams, but don’t ask her why | | Sex, strippers, and lies | Everyone’s a victim, we’re all blind to the price | She’s the queen of the night, the queen of disguise | Sex, strippers, and lies, and we all pay the price | | The pole’s her kingdom, the stage her throne | She’ll give you a taste, but you’ll die alone | She’s got the power, and she’ll make you beg | In a world of illusion, she’ll dance on your edge | | Sex, strippers, and lies | Everyone’s a victim, we’re all blind to the price | She’s the queen of the night, the queen of disguise | Sex, strippers, and lies, and we all pay the price | | She’ll tease and taunt, lead you on | But in the end, she’ll be long gone | A hand on her hip, a smile on her face | And you’ll be left with just a taste | | In the shadows, where fantasies die | The truth is buried, beneath the lies | She doesn’t care, she’ll leave you to rot | For she’s the master

[ Verse 1] | She’s smiling in the dark, with glassy eyes, | The walls are closing in, there’s nowhere to hide, | Little hands reaching out, but they’re not real, | Shrouded in nightmares, your fate’s sealed. | Creeping through the silence, the house feels alive, | Whispers in the corners where the shadows thrive, | Each step’s a promise of eternal fear, | You’ll never escape, it’s too late to steer. | [ Chorus] | In the dollhouse of souls, we all fall down, | Where the ghosts are real, and the dead wear a crown, | Locked in the past, no way to flee, | Come join the madness, there’s no breaking free. | [ Verse 2] | The clock strikes midnight, the doors slam shut, | Time is a prison, there’s no way to cut, | Your soul’s the price for the cursed game, | The dolls all whisper, calling your name. | Their eyes are hollow, their voices sweet, | Leading you deeper where the shadows meet, | Step inside, there’s nowhere to go, | The walls are alive, and they’ll never let go. | [ Chorus] | In the dollhouse of souls, we all fall down, | Where the ghosts are real, and the dead wear a crown, | Locked in the past, no way to flee, | Come join the madness, there’s no breaking free. | [ Bridge] | Every corner holds a face you’ve known, | But they’re twisted, they’re shattered, they’re alone, | The laughter echoes, the silence screams, | Welcome to the house where no one leaves. | The toys come to life, they’ll never let go, | A playdate with death, your final show, | In this house of terror, you’ll be the star, | Just a puppet, forever scarred. | [ Chorus] | In the dollhouse of souls, we all fall down, | Where the ghosts are real, and the dead wear a crown, | Locked in the past, no way to flee, | Come join the madness, there’s no breaking free. | [ Outro] | The dolls are laughing, the shadows play, | You’ll never leave, you’re here to stay, | In the dollhouse of souls, forevermore, | Trapped in the nightmares, behind the door.

[ Verse 1] | Step right up, the show’s begun, | The devil’s laughing, here’s the fun, | The crowd’s a sea of twisted eyes, | Beneath the mask, nobody cries. | The lights go low, the stage is set, | You’re bound to lose, there’s no way out yet, | And in the corner, shadows creep, | Whispers calling you to sleep. | [ Chorus] | It’s the devil’s dance, a twisted trance, | You’re bound to fall, you’ve had your chance, | The music plays, but it’s all a lie, | In the devil’s dance, you’ll never say goodbye. | [ Verse 2] | Blood-stained walls, the rhythm calls, | You take one step, then lose it all, | The crowd is chanting, hunger’s near, | Your soul’s been sold, you should’ve feared. | The puppet strings are pulled so tight, | You’ll never see the morning light, | The devil’s here, he claims his prize, | Can’t you see it in his eyes? | [ Chorus] | It’s the devil’s dance, a twisted trance, | You’re bound to fall, you’ve had your chance, | The music plays, but it’s all a lie, | In the devil’s dance, you’ll never say goodbye. | [ Bridge] | No mercy, no peace, no end in sight, | A soul’s sold in the dead of night, | The dance goes on, the fear you feel, | Welcome to the game, it’s all too real. | [ Chorus] | It’s the devil’s dance, a twisted trance, | You’re bound to fall, you’ve had your chance, | The music plays, but it’s all a lie, | In the devil’s dance, you’ll never say goodbye. | [ Outro] | The devil’s laugh, it echoes loud, | In the dance, you’ll be lost in the crowd, | No escape, you’re trapped, you’re damned, | Welcome to the dance, it’s your last stand.

| She lit the cigarette like it was her last breath, blowing out the smoke like death | Her lips burned with the lies she fed, but damn, they tasted like regret | Every time she kissed me, her tongue was poison wrapped in silk and fire | I chased her touch like a moth to flame, burned my soul just to admire | | She wore pain like perfume, sprayed it on her neck with every tease | Said love was a game for fools, and she played it just to watch them freeze | Her eyes were dark, but they promised light, a drug I’d die to taste | I asked her why she’d keep me here, and she smiled—said, “For the chase” | | The taste of ashes, laced with sin, I swallowed it all, didn’t give a shit | She kissed me with flames, left me cold, then burned my heart until it split | The taste of ashes, bitter and sweet, a love that’s dead but still repeats | She used me like smoke in her mouth, and I couldn’t help but repeat | | We fucked like it was the end of time, our bodies stained in black and red | She whispered that the world would burn, and we were already dead | But I couldn’t stop, couldn’t leave, so I stayed inside the flames | And when she left, she left me empty, but I still called out her name | | The taste of ashes, sweet and foul, like burning love that won’t bow | And I’ll keep chasing her fire, though I know it’s killing me now.

[ Verse 1] | There’s a face in the mirror, but it’s not me, | Every time I blink, I can’t feel the heat, | I reach for the edge, but it slips away, | The reflection is laughing at my dismay. | I don’t know how I got here, but it’s been too long, | Something’s wrong, something’s gone, | The voices are echoing, a twisted sound, | I’m buried alive, yet I’m still bound. | [ Chorus] | I’m trapped in the mirror, a face I don’t know, | Chasing my demons in the undertow, | Every night I’m screaming, but no one can hear, | Stuck in the mirror, locked in fear. | [ Verse 2] | The walls are moving, the floor’s turning black, | My mind’s like a puzzle that’s falling off track, | I can’t tell if I’m dreaming or lost in a game, | Every second feels different, yet it’s all the same. | I see their eyes watching, I can’t escape, | Trapped in a loop, but there’s no way to break, | The darkness is creeping, it knows where I hide, | Can’t break the silence, I’m dying inside. | [ Chorus] | I’m trapped in the mirror, a face I don’t know, | Chasing my demons in the undertow, | Every night I’m screaming, but no one can hear, | Stuck in the mirror, locked in fear. | [ Bridge] | I feel the cold touch, but no one’s near, | It’s the reflection that’s feeding my fear, | I try to move, but I’m stuck in place, | Watching myself vanish, but I can’t erase. | [ Verse 3] | The mirror cracks open, the shadows stare, | I want to fight, but I don’t dare, | There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, | The darkness devours, and there’s no guide. | It pulls me in, it makes me whole, | A twisted game with my very soul, | The reflection is laughing as I disappear, | Forever trapped, lost in my fear. | [ Chorus] | I’m trapped in the mirror, a face I don’t know, | Chasing my demons in the undertow, | Every night I’m screaming, but no one can hear, | Stuck in the mirror, locked in fear. | [ Outro] | I’m trapped in the mirror, I’m just a ghost, | A hollow shell, I can’t even boast, | The mirror is my prison, where I’ll stay, | Forever haunted by my own decay.

I wrapped around the wrist in a way that felt like liberty at first, | A weight you chose to carry to accommodate the thirst, | The chains of desire don't announce themselves as chains— | They feel like fire, feel like focus, feel like rains. | [Chorus] | I am the chains of desire, the beautiful restraint, | I'm every good thing that became the thing that ain't, | I was your comfort and your fuel and your whole identity— | The chains of desire are the bars surrounding free. | You built your life around me and you called it your own will, | But the chains grew heavier with every time you had your fill, | I am the want that becomes the need that becomes the must— | The chains of desire turning everything to rust. | [Chorus] | The only way to lose me is to want a different thing more, | The chains of desire thin the moment that you find a different door, | Not through willpower and not through cold withdrawal alone— | Through the replacement of the wanting with a wanting of your own. | [Chorus] | Every man has worn me at some hour on his wrist and chest, | The chains of desire are the price of wanting anything the best, | I was not put on you by anyone — you reached for me and held— | The chains of desire are the ones you personally felled. |

No alarms, no missiles, no broadcast lies—just silence thick like spoiled breath | The sun hung crooked, dripping flame on a skyline starving to death | We watched the last cloud bleed out over rusted glass and dust-choked weeds | Prayed to anything still listening—but even the cockroaches fled our needs | | You smiled through split lips, half delirium, half defiance in flame-lit glow | Said, “We were always gonna die, babe—this way just makes a better show” | I kissed the ash off your cheek, skin soft as it ever was in the storm | Your ribs peeked like grave markers, beautiful even as the world deformed | | The sky was still eating, city bones crunching beneath its teeth | We danced barefoot in fallout rain, kissed goodbye beneath a collapsing wreath | You held my face while the stars burned out—whispered, “Let it come, don’t cry” | And I didn’t—just watched the black mouth open, swallowing our last goodbye | | I don’t know what hour took you—time snapped somewhere between blinks | One minute your pulse tapped hope in my palm, next it was gone without a kink | I lay beside your quiet wreck, let the cold chew through my chest | If the world was dying anyway, I figured I’d die with what I loved best | | Now I walk through a husk of memory, shadows where laughter used to live | The sky stopped eating once we were gone—guess even Armageddon can forgive | But I miss your heat in the dying frost, the way you swore we'd outlive it all | Turns out the end wasn’t fire or fury—it was just too quiet, and too small

The air is thick with whispers, shadows on the floor | In the corner of your bedroom, she’s waiting by the door | Her pale lips curl, a sweet inviting smile | But beneath that perfect face, lies madness in disguise | | Haunted hearts, lost in the night | She’ll pull you close and steal your light | A lover’s embrace, but with a deadly kiss | A haunted heart, lost in the abyss | | The clock strikes midnight, she’s pulling you in | The touch of her skin, feels like ice on your skin | She whispers your name, but there’s a chill in her voice | With every word, you start to lose your choice | | Haunted hearts, lost in the night | She’ll pull you close and steal your light | A lover’s embrace, but with a deadly kiss | A haunted heart, lost in the abyss | | Her hands are cold, but her grip is strong | You feel the pull, but something’s wrong | The love you sought, now a deadly game | She owns your soul, but won’t take the blame | | You beg for release, but she just laughs in delight | Her eyes burn with fire, pulling you into the night | You’ll never escape, you’re bound to her forever | A haunted heart, no chance to be together | | Haunted hearts, lost in the night | She’ll pull you close and steal your light | A lover’s embrace, but with a deadly kiss | A haunted heart, lost in the abyss

[ Verse 1] | Wake up in a world where the walls scream loud | Shadows dance in the dark, hide behind the clouds | Nothing is as it seems, it’s all a game | They whisper in your ear, but you’re the one to blame | The lies are poison, dripping from your skin | Can’t escape the chaos, can’t let it in | You’re drowning in a nightmare, made for one | But you’re still here, and the clock’s still run | [ Chorus] | Twisted dreams, where the shadows play | In the dark, we lose our way | Twisted dreams, we’re chained and bound | Lost in the silence, but the screams still sound | Twisted dreams, you can’t break free | But you still fight, trying to be | Twisted dreams, they steal your soul | And you’re running, but you’re never whole | [ Verse 2] | In the mirror, you see a different face | A reflection that’s lost in this place | The mask is cracked, the truth is far | You’re hiding behind a fake star | The demons are whispering what you want to hear | But the words burn, they’re never clear | You’re spinning in circles, can’t touch the floor | You’re begging for an answer, but you want more | [ Chorus] | Twisted dreams, where the shadows play | In the dark, we lose our way | Twisted dreams, we’re chained and bound | Lost in the silence, but the screams still sound | Twisted dreams, you can’t break free | But you still fight, trying to be | Twisted dreams, they steal your soul | And you’re running, but you’re never whole | [ Bridge] | And the walls close in, the darkness wraps tight | You reach for the light, but it’s out of sight | The world is a cage, the key’s in your hand | But the door’s locked tight, can’t understand | You’re chasing the echoes, chasing the pain | But the storm is over, it’s all in vain | [ Chorus] | Twisted dreams, where the shadows play | In the dark, we lose our way | Twisted dreams, we’re chained and bound | Lost in the silence, but the screams still sound | Twisted dreams, you can’t break free | But you still fight, trying to be | Twisted dreams, they steal your soul | And you’re running, but you’re never whole | [ Outro] | Twisted dreams, they never let go | You’re falling, but you’ll never know | Twisted dreams, the chains pull tight | You’re trapped in the dark, but you’re still in the fight

[ Verse 1] | Welcome to the circus, the lights are dim, | Clowns in the shadows with grins so grim, | The sky’s dripping blood, the moon won’t shine, | We’re dancing in the ruins, a world gone blind. | Every scream echoes from the edge of the night, | Voices of the damned in the flickering light, | Chains are rattling, but there’s no escape, | In this twisted haven, you’ve sealed your fate. | [ Chorus] | Hell’s halo, it’s calling your name, | You’re walking the line between pleasure and pain, | Dive into madness, you’ll never be the same, | Hell’s halo, it’s always the game. | [ Verse 2] | The streets are empty, but you feel the eyes, | Watching your every move, your every lie, | The walls are closing, but you can’t flee, | Trapped in the circus of insanity. | Glittering demons with razor smiles, | Promising release, but only denial, | Every step’s a dance with death’s embrace, | There’s no turning back, no saving grace. | [ Chorus] | Hell’s halo, it’s calling your name, | You’re walking the line between pleasure and pain, | Dive into madness, you’ll never be the same, | Hell’s halo, it’s always the game. | [ Bridge] | You wanted fame, you wanted more, | But now you’re stuck behind heaven’s door, | The flames burn brighter, the stars fall down, | You’re just another soul in this hell-bent town. | No redemption here, no holy crown, | Just twisted faces and a sinking frown, | So dance in the fire, let it consume, | Because in this hell, there’s no room for doom. | [ Chorus] | Hell’s halo, it’s calling your name, | You’re walking the line between pleasure and pain, | Dive into madness, you’ll never be the same, | Hell’s halo, it’s always the game. | [ Outro] | Step through the gates, you’ve crossed the line, | In hell’s halo, you’re trapped in time, | There’s no salvation, no way to reclaim, | Just the echo of screams and the devil’s name.

| The house still creaks the way it did when your boots slammed through the floor | I scrubbed your shadow off the mirror, but it came back wanting more | There’s a plate you chipped, I keep it cracked, like some sick proof you were real | And yeah, I talk to it at night when I don’t know how to feel | | I found your shirt stuffed in a drawer, still smelling like burnt ash and rain | The scent hit like a sucker punch, then dragged me into flame | I held it like a wound, pressed tight, praying it might pulse again | But ghosts don’t bleed, and you don’t call, and I’m not sure who I’ve been | | Ever since the last time you closed the door | You took more than your coat and lies | You left me with silence that howls like war | In this mausoleum of our goodbyes | Ever since the last time you closed the door | | There’s a photograph I keep flipped down, face-first on the shelf | ‘Cause looking in your eyes feels like dying as myself | We were a wreck, a car crash held together with duct tape and sex | But hell, I miss that version of me who didn’t flinch at the wrecks | | I ain’t asking for a comeback—I ain’t crawling on this floor | I just wish I could forget how cold it felt when you made leaving look like sport | | Ever since the last time you closed the door | You took more than your boots and pride | You left me with silence that splits me raw | In this haunted temple of what we tried | Ever since the last time you closed the door | | And I still live here… but I’m not sure why anymore

| Bloodstains on the wall, yeah, we took the fall | We bled for this world, but they still don’t call | Stripped of all innocence, just scars and bones | Left to rot in silence, we’re cursed to atone | | Burned to the bone, we’re never coming back | We’re screaming in the dark, caught in the black | Burned to the bone, no redemption to find | We’re lost in the fire, hearts turned to grime | | The ashes they’re piling, but we’re still alive | Searching for salvation, but we don’t survive | Every step is a battle, we’re breaking inside | Chained to our demons, we’re trapped in this ride | | Burned to the bone, we’re never coming back | We’re screaming in the dark, caught in the black | Burned to the bone, no redemption to find | We’re lost in the fire, hearts turned to grime | | We’re the forgotten, the ones they’ve erased | Left with nothing but fury and disgrace | We built our own prisons, but we held the key | Now we’re free in the flames, no place to be | | Burned to the bone, we’re never coming back | We’re screaming in the dark, caught in the black | Burned to the bone, no redemption to find | We’re lost in the fire, hearts turned to grime.

| The sky don’t burn, it just bleeds in silence | Cities don’t scream, they hum in compliance | We all just shuffle with our backs to the flames | Waiting for a savior who forgot our names | Shadows walk lighter than the guilt we’ve bred | Every step forward feels more like the dead | | Billboards flicker like last rites gone glitch | Selling dreams to the ones deep in the ditch | No one panics, they’re used to the heat | Starving on screens, but they still hit repeat | Floods come slower when you’re already drowned | Apocalypse whispers, doesn’t make a sound | | Dragging dead weight in designer boots | Lipstick on the wound, suit and tie truth | If we’re the future, then the past was smart | This is the end with a loyalty card | | Gas masks for breakfast, smog in our veins | Praying to satellites, chanting in chains | Eyes wide open, blind to the edge | All lined up for the same sharp ledge | No meteor crash, no fire from above | Just silence, dust, and abandoned love | | The world didn’t end, it just ghosted us | Left a mess, took the thrill, ditched the trust | So here’s your kingdom, rusted and bleak | Dead weight on a planet too tired to speak

| The mirror cracked on a Tuesday night, right where my face used to smile | I’ve been shaving around the split, pretending I’m not on trial | The version of me that stares back now blinks slower than I do | And whispers things in a deeper voice, like it knows what I’ve been through | | It waits until I’m brushing teeth to smirk and mouth some curse | Then shrinks the room with every blink like it’s folding in reverse | The walls breathe, the faucet laughs, and my own hands feel detached | I touch my skin and it recoils—like a stranger never matched | | The mirror’s got teeth and it bites like truth | Chews up my name and spits out youth | It’s not about fear, it’s about decay | When your own reflection wants you to stay | | I black out on the floor some nights and wake up in the tub | With claw marks on the tile and dreams that hum like a war drum’s thud | I stopped inviting people in—can't risk them seeing the cracks | They might catch a glimpse of the mirror man and never come back | | I used to check my hair, now I check if he’s still there | And he always is—smiling wide with the kind of stare that dares | | The mirror’s got teeth and it bites like truth | Chews up my name and spits out youth | It’s not about fear, it’s about decay | When your own reflection wants you to stay |

[ Verse 1] She’s got a cross on her necklace, but she fucks like sin | Spreads her lies with cherry gloss and a devilish grin | Choir girl voice, but her heels break rules | Every preacher’s nightmare from Sunday school[Verse 2] That dress ain't red by accident, it’s a kill-shot charm | With a laugh that turns vows into open arms | She doesn’t beg, she commands in stilettos and lace | Leaves lipstick on your conscience, then vanishes without a trace[Chorus] Dirty halo, riding high | Making angels moan and mothers cry | Ain’t no savior, just a tease in leather | But damn, she makes going to hell feel better[Verse 3] She’s got bruises like trophies, bite marks like ink | Turns saints into addicts before they can think | She dances on morals, grinds on shame | Leaves boys in wreckage, whispering her name[Bridge] She’s the prayer you regret but still scream at night | The stain on your sheets that never came out right[Chorus] Dirty halo, riding high | Making angels moan and mothers cry | Ain’t no savior, just a tease in leather | But damn, she makes going to hell feel better[Outro] Don’t ask for mercy, she ain’t the type | Just say thank you while she ruins your life.

| White room, chrome bed, screaming down the corridor | She’s twelve and tied at the wrists while they sterilize her future for “the greater good” | The man in the lab coat hums a hymn to progress, sliding needles in with his smile | Her chart says subject not person—welcome to brilliance born vile | | There’s a vault where the failed ones rot in jars, catalogued by color and class | Where rape’s a metric and trauma’s a footnote filed beneath a fabricated past | He said, “This is science, not sin”—but that scalpel carved ideology in bone | And when the lights go out, the corpses whisper, “Doctor, your monsters have grown” | | He’s the devil in a lab coat, preaching order in decay | Trades lives like currency in the church of DNA | All clean hands and coded lies, while the children fade to gray | He’s the devil in a lab coat—burn his gospel page by page | | A girl with glassy eyes drew flowers in blood on the floor | She was brilliant, defiant, and disappeared by Room 24 | They blamed her “defect” when they buried her brilliance with lime | But their white walls leak secrets, and silence can’t scrub the crime | | Now he drinks alone with medals pinned by ghosts | Honors from men who fund their truths with throats | Progress never weeps, it sterilizes the screams | And justice? That bitch overdosed on dreams | | He’s the devil in a lab coat, preaching order in decay | Trades lives like currency in the church of DNA | All clean hands and coded lies, while the children fade to gray | He’s the devil in a lab coat—burn his gospel page by page | | Science ain’t salvation when it’s raped of soul and name | And that devil’s still collecting grants under a different name

She walks through the garden, a rose in her hand | Her lips stained red, her heart made of sand | The thorns bite deep, but she doesn’t care | She’s a ghost in the night, lost in despair | | Blood red roses, they mark her grave | A life stolen away, no one came to save | She dances with death, but no one can see | Blood red roses, her eternity | | The moonlight whispers, she hears its call | She wears her sorrow like a veil to fall | Her love was a curse, her heart never healed | Now she walks in the dark, her fate sealed | | Blood red roses, they mark her grave | A life stolen away, no one came to save | She dances with death, but no one can see | Blood red roses, her eternity | | The petals fall slowly, like tears on the ground | She’s searching for answers, but they can’t be found | The wind carries secrets, but they slip through her hands | She’s lost in the graveyard, no one understands | | Now she waits in silence, the roses fade | A love that was never meant to be made | She’ll haunt these halls, a memory’s ghost | Blood red roses, what she loved the most | | Blood red roses, they mark her grave | A life stolen away, no one came to save | She dances with death, but no one can see | Blood red roses, her eternity | | Blood red roses, forevermore |

The realtor said "full of charm and potential" with a smile that had too many corners in it | Then the floorboards screamed and bit my ankle in the time it took to get a minute in | The walls exhale black mold into the room I paid a deposit for | And the toilet has been hissing low-grade threats at me since I got here at the door | There's a woman in the hallway dressed in what might once have been appropriate clothing | She's muttering something that sounds like Latin crossed with severe and personal loathing | The attic door swings open every night regardless of what I wedge against it | I think the house just ate my router — I can't get a signal in it | [Chorus] | Welcome home, you monumentally poor decision | You bought a haunted money pit without a prayer or system | You signed the deed in something reddish — let's not think too hard on that | Now you're married to the rot and the mold and the demon in the back | The basement hums with something that a healthy basement shouldn't ever do | The oven shrieks whenever I approach with the confidence of someone coming through | I stopped trying to sleep — something in here counts my exhalations | And the ceiling drips something that defies reasonable categorizations | They said "charming fixer-upper" — yes, it's charming in the way | That a furnace-heated heartbeat with a hunger for harm is charming in its way | [Chorus] | The ghosts don't scream — they just laugh at my floor plan | This house has a whole campaign against the living | Welcome home, you poor deluded fool — you signed on to this giving |