God's still bleed

I woke to the sound of the earth confessing,
Bones of the cities hum beneath my feet.
Every step feels like a sermon to the damned,
Every breath, a war I didn’t choose to keep.

They say redemption’s for the patient—
But I’ve burned every clock that tried to tell me when.
Truth’s a loaded gun with no safety left,
And I keep pulling it just to feel alive again.


All gods bleed when the curtain falls.
Every king crawls when the echo calls.
If I’m still here when the smoke turns clear,
Then maybe pain’s the reason I’m real.


Faith’s just fear with a brand new name,
We build our temples out of doubt and blame.
I’ve seen angels choke on holy words,
And demons cry in the pouring rain.

The sky’s got cracks from the weight of our prayers,
The ground remembers every name we’ve stained.
And me—I’m just another ghost in the mirror,
Tryna smile through a mouth full of pain.


All gods bleed when the curtain falls.
Every king crawls when the echo calls.
If I’m still here when the smoke turns clear,
Then maybe pain’s the reason I’m real.


Don’t ask me to bow, I’ve knelt enough.
My heart’s still beating out of spite and love.
If heaven’s closed, I’ll kick the gate,
Light my match and unlearn faith.


Every lie you worship—
I’ve carved it on my skin.
Every truth you feared—
I’ve buried it within.
You can’t kill a man who stopped pretending,
You can’t end me—I was never beginning.


All gods bleed when the curtain falls.
Every soul cracks when the silence calls.
If I’m still here, if I’m still breathing—
Then maybe that’s the meaning.
Maybe that’s the meaning.

Grunge crossover, metal hybrid, alternative rock