Is 4 Lovers

Glass Homes

Magic Medicine

CLOSURE / CONTINUATION

Never Have

Walk the Plank

Herd Culling

Herd Culling (Single Edit)

(Verse 1)
I tore the stars out of my chest,
To see if heaven ever wept.
All I found was hollow sound,
And echoes where your faith once slept.

I kissed the fire just to feel,
A little closer to what’s real.
Every scar I tried to hide,
Now sings your name from deep inside.

(Pre-Chorus)
The angels choke on rust and rain,
Their songs dissolve in silent pain.
If this is love, then love’s disease —
I’m on my knees… just begging, please.

(Chorus)
Gods don’t bleed, but I still do,
For every ghost that looks like you.
My tears are black, my hands are numb,
I built this hell I can’t outrun.
And if salvation’s just a lie,
Then let me fall and never die.

(Verse 2)
I hear your voice inside my head,
Whispering prayers the dead have said.
You said I’d find my peace in time,
But peace was never yours or mine.

I carved your face into the wall,
To prove I ever lived at all.
Now every line bleeds like a vow,
I’d trade the light to have you now.

(Pre-Chorus)
Your grace was just a sharpened blade,
A mercy that refused to fade.
I scream your name through broken teeth,
And curse the god I used to believe.

(Chorus)
Gods don’t bleed, but I still do,
For every ghost that looks like you.
My tears are black, my hands are numb,
I built this hell I can’t outrun.
And if salvation’s just a lie,
Then let me fall and never die.

(Bridge)
I’m just the shadow of a prayer,
The echo left when no one cares.
The cross you kissed, the love you broke,
Still burns my lungs with holy smoke.

(Breakdown)
Bury me beneath your shame!
Say my name, say my name!
Every sin was meant for me —
Every wound, a symphony!

(Final Chorus)
Gods don’t bleed, but I still do,
For every ghost that looks like you.
My tears are black, my faith is gone,
I’m what you made, I’m what went wrong.
And if redemption turns away,
Then let me rot where angels pray.

(Outro)
Gods don’t bleed…
But I still do…

Gods Don't Bleed

Some people are shaped by comfort — others by chaos. This one’s for the ones who learned to stand in the flames and call it home. Every scar’s a story. Every burn’s a blessing.

Born into the Fire

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Herd Culling (Single Edit)

Porcupine Tree