I can play this song and I just turned 14 in December last year, I miss being the best Metallica drummer for a 13yr old lmao

is this when  you are named the scapegoat from your family's because they  want something to happen but instead of doing it themselves they make you and as an example like almost like a pawn in chess or for everyone's demise that I explain that correctly especially you're getting f***** you didn't pull has been pulled for you dude that's gross manthe straw yourself they pulled it for you.

Cowboys from Hell

Cemetery Gates

Far Beyond Driven

I'm Broken

Thrice Born, Thrice Buried is a Hauntcore scripture carved in triads.
Each verse loops through memory, myth, and fracture.
The voice splits.
The mirror grins.
The Thick remembers what you tried to forget.

The lyrics follow a cursed knock pattern, unraveling the Triptych Lich across time and selves.
The cover says it plain: three faces, one grave, no return.
This one isn’t just a song.

It’s a reckoning before the Vacui.

Lyrics:

Trinity
Thrice
Triplet
Tried
No heart in your chest
No need to ask why

I was born on the third breath
in the third hour
of the third month
on the thirtieth day

Right after the little hand struck thirteen
came Shea, crowned Fae

Caught between a cough and the Unseelie whisper
where names go missing
but the wood knows you
by the print of your blister

Cracked mirror grinned like a split-tooth god
said, "Choose three lies you’ll live by"

I came strangled to the altar
umbilical noose
and a serpent tongue too long to lie

So I chose: love
the myth of return
and the hunger that keeps digging to yearn

Knock once — I vanish
Knock twice — I ache
Knock three times —
and your shadow forgets which river to brave

My past walks with a limp now
My future? Stored in threes
There’s a growl in my guilt
that loops like a child's disease

Trinity
Thrice
Triplet
Tried
Elder gods look upon you now
Cosmic consequence of time

Three knocks in the marrow
and the walls breathe back
Ghost of my ghost
startin’ to relapse

I bled in a ring
’til the floor learned my name
Now every mirror I pass
just plays me a game

I left bone in the chalice
three rows, no root
My mouth ain’t a mouth
it’s someone else's suit

Stitched lips still twitch in spades
The mask of diamonds
found clubbed and fed
So I bit through the trick
and dealt what the cards said

You were never one
You were witness, weapon, and wound
Terror is truth
just sung out of tune

Each self I buried grew fingers
Each finger points home
But there’s only a thick forest
dark as a dial tone

I count in threes now
Door
Voice
Gun

Past me’s pacing
Future won’t run

The third me laughs
turns early
right after the second step

Says God left to settle the score
with this duel to the breath

Trinity
Thrice
Triplet
Tried
Trinity
Thrice
Triplet
Tried

Third voice
Third vein
Third time I've bled
Not from the skin
but from what the wind leaves unsaid

Words I swallowed grew mouths
chewing through ribs to get out
Now I speak in triads
and every phrase ends with death

The trees forgot nothing
The river still splits
My name tried to cross
and got caught in the current

I wear the mask
I write the play
I bury the past
and dig it halfway

Cause halfway down
is where the truth sleeps
Still breathing
Still twitching
Still grinding its teeth

Halfway through
my journey to six feet beneath

The third me hums
like a bird with a broken wing
Low-voltage static
in the air it sings

I became the riddle
of two guards
and a door that speaks
Each mouth a knock
Each lock rigged to deceive

One knocks to vanish
Two knocks to sin
Three knocks
and the door pulls you in

There’s no end
No light
No veil to lift
Just a voice you forget
and each moment it gifts

Trinity
Thrice
Triplet
Lies

Trinity
Thrice
Triplet
Lies

Trinity
Thrice
Triplet
Lies

Trinity
Thrice
Triplet
Lies

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