

Prompt / Lyrics
\[INTRO – feedback, false starts] COUNT IT BUTTERFLY SIGNAL ON MY FACE—**FLARE!**—CUT THE MIX \[VERSE 1] There’s a wolf in my blood in a church made of veins, Praying with antibodies, lighting holy propane. ANA halo, anti-Smith stain, Photosensitive scripture—sunlight writes pain. My joints are typewriters stuck on scream, Wire-loop kidneys in a fever dream. \[BLAST PART] **COMPLEMENT CRASH! C3/C4 LOWER THE FLAGS!** **IMMUNE COMPLEX PARADE—GLomerular DRAG!** **VASculitis confetti—SKIN PEELS, LUNGS GAG!** **PLEURITIS CHOIR—EVERY BREATH A STAB!** \[CHORUS] THIS ISN’T A BODY—IT’S A CIVIL WAR MAP. I AM THE ARSONIST AND THE ASH. SYSTEMIC LOVELESS ERYTHE—**MATOSUS**—CLAP BACK AT THE HEART—PERICARDIAL FLASH. \[VERSE 2] Malar runway—butterfly taxiing rage, Oral ulcers reading lines off a burning page. Hemolysis hymn with a platelet drum, Raynaud’s frostbite on a lavender thumb. Anti-dsDNA handwriting “die” in red, Nephritic sermon from a temple of lead. \[STOP/GO STUTTER] STOP—(go) stop—(go) stop— **I CAN’T EVEN HOLD A RHYTHM WHEN MY BLOOD WON’T COAG!** \[BREAKDOWN – lurching half-time] **SEROSITIS!** wrap me in fluid and fire, **NEURITIS!** seizure the choir. **ANTIPHOSPHOLIPID!** crosshair the womb, Trip on the staircase and fall into doom. \[CHORUS – faster, collapsing] THIS ISN’T A BODY—IT’S A COURTROOM RIOT. THE JUDGE IS A PRION TELLING ME “QUIET.” SYSTEMIC. LUPUS. ERYTHE. MA— **TOSUS—TEAR UP THE VERSE—NO LAW.** \[BRIDGE – whispered/garbled] Steroid lullaby, moon-face mirror, Immunosuppressant rosary, tremor clearer. I bargain with a flare like a landlord with hell— Lower the rent or raise the swell. \[WHIPLASH BLAST] **SELF v. SELF / APPEAL DENIED** **FLESH WRITES BACK IN BUTTERFLY DYE** **SUN IS A WITNESS / VEINS TESTIFY** **SENTENCE: FLARE UNTIL YOU FRY** \[FINAL COLLAPSE] Kidneys ticking like grenades under glass, Lungs like torn flags that won’t catch pas s — —cut the power, cut the light, cut the feed, **AUTOIMMUNE ARSON: I AM BOTH MATCH AND WEED.** \[OUTRO – dead air, single pick scrapes] No cure, just weather reports in my skin. Storm warning: forever. See you when the barometer sins.
Tags
Grindcore, metal, power metal, progressive power metal, double bass, angry, male
3:03
No
8/29/2025