EX VOTO

Lyrics:

They draped this skin across my bones,
like velvet hung on wire and stone.
Praised the curve, dismissed the cry
framed the wound and called it divine.
Their eyes trace lines like sacred art,
but every inch conceals a lie torn apart
I haunt this flesh like borrowed space
a ghost in someone else’s place.
I am not the statue in their gaze
I’m the crack beneath the glaze.
Flesh gallery, hung too proud,
beauty born of screams too loud.
They revere what I outgrew
this elegy in shades untrue.
I am not your masterpiece
I’m a body begging for release.
My chest, a cage of sculpted shame
its symmetry a silent blame.
A voice like silk, frayed and glitched
each syllable, another stitch.
The mirror’s praise is cold and cruel
it smiles while I dissolve from view.
The world applauds what I can’t wear,
calls me whole, then leaves me bare.
I smile like porcelain
fragile, false, and paper-thin.
Flesh gallery, hung too proud,
beauty born of screams too loud.
They revere what I outgrew
this elegy in shades untrue.
Don’t praise the shell I seek to flee
it’s not a masterpiece to me.
Every seam I try to split
bleeds applause and counterfeit.
They love the mask, the lace, the pose
but never see the soul enclosed.
This body’s frame: too sharp, too soft
a scaffold where my truth burns off.
Each bone misnamed, each label flawed
a misprint carved in gendered law.
Flesh gallery, fade to dust
I was never what they trust.
Let the paint crack, let me fall
unmake this living funeral.
Don’t restore me. Don’t reframe.
Let me vanish name by name.

flesh gallery

cradle of rot

chapel of skin

porcelain creed

bloodstitch

tear the veil

sanctified not

paper saint

marrow hymn

reliquary

EX VOTO

Ambra