\[intro – siren synth, pick scrapes] \[verse 1] Tattooed the wound with a prayer I don’t trust, White tape halo on a knuckle full of rust. Polymicrobial choir, whisper “hush,” LRINEC scoreboard lighting up—busted flush. You can smell the storm before the sutures split, Skin says “stay,” fascia says “quit.” I keep it cool while the borders crawl, But the heat in the meat writes **DEATH** on the wall. \[pre-chorus] Cold pack, warm fear—who’s driving this body? Shadows under lights making shapes of the lobby. \[chorus] FLESH LIGHTNING—STRIKE WHERE THE NERVES CAN’T SCREAM, RUN DOWN THE TRENCHES IN A PURPLED SEAM. IF IT’S LOVE, WHY’S IT EATING ME CLEAN? I’M THE MEAL / I’M THE KNIFE / I’M THE SCENE. \[verse 2 – rapid, knife-flow] Group A wolf in a gauze-neck tie, Vibrio valet in a brine-black sky, Gas gang green in a dead-end thigh, Doctor with a Sharpie drawing **CUT HERE** lines. Debridement hymn in a stainless key, Clamps clap back like a drill MC, IV pole doing laps with me— Bless these bones while the meat breaks free. \[pre-chorus 2] You can’t bargain with a blade that prays, Every slice says “live”—“but not that way.” \[breakdown – machine-stomp, sub drop] **CUT. IT. OUT.** (DON’T BLINK) **CUT. IT. OUT.** (DON’T THINK) **DEBRIDE! DEBRIDE!** TILL THE DRUMS GO MUTE, **DEBRIDE! DEBRIDE!** LEAVE THE CLEAN TISSUE. B-L-E-E-D in a barcode hymn, Steel-tooth mercy, carve the hymn again. \[horror interlude – whispers under hum] (there’s heat in the cold / there’s breath in the rot) (you’ll feel better when you feel nothing at all) \[chorus – harder] FLESH LIGHTNING—STRIKE WHERE THE NERVES CAN’T SCREAM, RUN DOWN THE TRENCHES IN A PURPLED SEAM. IF IT’S LOVE, WHY’S IT EATING ME CLEAN? I’M THE MEAL / I’M THE KNIFE / I’M THE SCENE. \[deathcore drop – zero count, octave bend] **MEAT MELTS—RUN!** **FACE DOWN—DON’T RUN!** **SCALPEL SINGS—LIMB HUMS!** **SAVAGE SALVAGE—TAKE WHAT COMES!** \[final verse – towering, unhinged] I wore the gown like a flag at half mast, Hospital moonlight turning veins to glass, Wheel me to a room where the angels mask— Tell them I was laughing when the teeth unlatched. If I make it out, I’ll name this scar, “Everything I loved that went too far.” If I don’t—put flowers where the tape once was, And write: **I FOUGHT THE WOLF WITH MY OWN JAWS.** \[outro – pulse to silence] Flesh lightning fades where the steel found truth… Blackout bloom… then nothing… then **proof**.

FLESH LIGHTNING (Necrotizing Fasciitis)