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.

[CHORUS]
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.

[BRIDGE]
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.

[break]
[downbeat]

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.

[CHORUS]
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.

[epic instrumental interlude]

[CHORUS]
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.