You speak and I forget the world
A storm behind a sacred cloak
You move — and all my blood ignites
But they would curse us both to fail

Your god and mine don’t see the same
We kneel on different sides of pain
You pray in light — I rot in shame
We’re not allowed to love this way

You are fire, you are grace
In this torn and bitter place
But all the lines that history drew
Are now a prison built for two

There’s borders between us
Built from their sacred hate
They chained our blood to old regrets
And call it “just our fate”

They drew the lines in silence
And fed us ancient lies
Now every touch becomes a war
And every glance — a crime

I want you — through the holy fire
I feel you — like forbidden desire
They damn me — for the things I feel
But I'd still burn just to make it real

I dream of you in stolen scenes
A language lost between the screams
You laugh — and I forget my name
But peace was never in this game

I’d cross the line, I’d take the blame
I’d light myself inside your flame
But we were born to different wars
And both are scars that won’t be tamed

You are fire, you are grace
In this torn and bitter place
But all the lines that history drew
Are now a prison built for two

There’s borders between us
Built from their sacred hate
They chained our blood to old regrets
And call it “just our fate”

They drew the lines in silence
And fed us ancient lies
Now every touch becomes a war
And every glance — a crime

Borders between us
Borders between us

They cant erase you
They cant erase you

Borders Between Us

OCTANE 95 fuels the night with coldwave shadows and post-punk pulse.
Dark, synthetic, and drenched in melancholy.