I watch the city breathe in neon light,

Windows glowing like unspoken sins.

The night pretends it’s made of mercy,

But I know what sleeps beneath its skin.

It feeds me strength, it feeds my fear,

Calls me chosen, calls me whole.

But every night it speaks my name

Like a debt carved in my soul.

Cursed gauntlet on my skin

Is a crown made out of chains.

It lifts me up, it pulls me in,

Teaches power through the shame.

Cursed gauntlet on my skin

Is a crown made out of chains.

Every promise feels like sin,

Every victory tastes like pain.

If strength is just a louder lie,

Then silence is my last defense.

I pray I lose this war in time

Before I lose what makes me a man.

In a kingdom built of dust and prayer,

I stole my way through broken vows.

Now iron silk wraps my hand in fire,

A relic that whispers kneel somehow.

Every street hums softly with temptation,

Promises wrapped in borrowed fire.

I stand still, afraid to move forward,

‘Cause I recognize that dark desire.

Cursed gauntlet on my skin

Is a crown made out of chains.

It lifts me up, it pulls me in,

Teaches power through the shame.

Cursed gauntlet on my skin

Is a crown made out of chains.

Every promise feels like sin,

Every victory tastes like pain.

Cursed gauntlet on my skin

Is a crown made out of chains.

It lifts me up, it pulls me in,

Teaches power through the shame.

Cursed gauntlet on my skin

Is a crown made out of chains.

Every promise feels like sin,

Every victory tastes like pain.