Текст песни
Mirror on the ceiling
Cracks like spider veins
I touch the tiny fractures
Like I’m counting my mistakes
Candles on the dresser
Drip a steady
Quiet threat
Every shadow on these walls
Knows what I forget
I wore the hurt like velvet
Heavy
Soft
Divine
I kissed the ghost that told me
All your sins were mine
Welcome to the cathedral of my own lies
Stained-glass heart where the truth dies
I was praying for the storm that you became
Now I’m drowning in the altar of your name
In the cathedral
Cathedral of my own lies
You carved your little halo
In the dust along my spine
Said my fear was just a story
I was “reading out of time”
But your footsteps in the hallway
Sound like closing iron gates
Every promise that you whispered
Still coagulates
I wore the hurt like velvet
Almost felt like grace
While the silence filled the rafters
Like a second face
Choirs in my chest
Sing your cruel psalms
Every “sorry” is a sermon
I recite calm
Pull the crown of thorns
From this twisted smile
Let the organ of my breathing
Hold a note
Then die
