Velvet skies and rusted dreams,
I sleep beneath the silver beams.
The chapel’s cold, the glass is thin,
My prayers are knives beneath my skin.
(Chorus)
Sing me down with bells of bone,
Make this hollow feel like home.
No saints, no stars, no light within—
Just echoes in my glass-heart skin.
(Verse 2)
Eyes like oceans filled with ash,
Time forgot me in its crash.
I kissed the dark and let it bloom,
A garden growing in my gloom.
(Bridge)
The moon is sharp, it cuts me clean,
I bleed in shades you’ve never seen.
Don’t follow me, don’t chase the sound—
This holy ground is sinking down.
(Final Chorus)
Sing me down where shadows spin,
Where sorrow wears a serpent grin.
I’m not afraid, I’m not akin—
To angels made of porcelain.
