Born in rust

Raised by fists, silence was law

I swallowed screams till they rotted my jaw

Concrete cradle, razor skin

I was the wound you dressed in sin

Your prayers were matches dipped in gas

You lit me up and laughed while I collapsed

Every fake smile cut me hollow

You preach your God, but I just swallow sorrow

I’m the gear grinding in your head

The machine you built that wants you dead

You cut my wires

I sparked instead

I am the virus you fucking bred

Stitched in barbed wire, wired in hate

You called me a monster, now choke on your fate

No pills for this, just venom and rust

I wear your lies like chains that crush

You washed your saints, I bathed in fire

My God’s a match, my church is a pyre

This isn’t music, it’s a death march hymn

Every freak you buried is crawling back in

Feed me silence, I’ll spit out hell

Crown me nothing, I’ll break your shell

I’m the gear grinding in your head

The machine you built that wants you dead

You cut my wires

I sparked instead

I am the virus you fucking bred

Sparks in my lungs

Iron in my veins

I was your gear

Now I’m your flame

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Original lyrics by Phyx

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