The becoming

[Intro] I stopped bein’ me somewhere around the fifth fire, When I cut that boy open and saw stars in his guts. Now I don’t need sleep. I don’t need food. I just need b***d… and silence. [Verse 1] Bones creak but I don’t feel pain, Skin rotted but I still remain. Heart don’t b**t—just hums with hate, Each body stacked seals Burlap’s fate. Nails cracked, eyes gone black, Still see clear when I’m on the attack. Hogs won’t eat me—they kneel instead, Like they know their god walks in the d**d. Mouth full of soot, voice all wrong, Every scream I take makes me strong. I ain’t a killer—I’m what comes next, When the forest takes your lungs and chest. [chorus] This is the becoming— Where the soul burns out. Where the woods crown kings In the b***d of the loud. I ain’t man. I ain’t ghost. I’m the echo and the host. The pain made me real… Now I wear your fear like a coat. [Verse 2] One boy whispered “You’re just sick,” So I nailed his tongue to a dogwood stick. Let the roots drink from his veins, And I swear I heard them say my name. I don’t talk no more—I growl and hiss, Snakes curl round my throat like a kiss. Ravens follow me, pigs line up, They know the taste of a soul corrupt. Smoke from the meth, ash from bone, Markin’ my path like a rusted throne. This ain’t death—it’s elevation, Every cut a new creation. [Bridge] He’s in the fog. He’s in the roots. He’s in the scream that won’t mute. You made a god in filth and fire… Now watch him feast with no desire. [chorus] This is the becoming— Where the soul burns out. Where the woods crown kings In the b***d of the loud. I ain’t man. I ain’t ghost. I’m the echo and the host. The pain made me real… Now I wear your fear like a coat. [Outro] I didn’t disappear. I evolved. And if you hear me in the wind? You’re already part of the offering. Say my name slow… Burlap.