The rivers bleed with rust and bone
Forests m**n like ghosts unknown
Sunlight hides behind thick grime
The clock forgot the hands of time
The cities rot beneath my feet
Echoes crawl through every street
Temples cracked, the gods are gone
Prayers decay with each new dawn
I sleep on stones that used to be
Homes of joy and memory
Now the rats sing funeral hymns
In chambers cold and deathly dim
Mercury weeps from poisoned skies
Jupiter turned blind his eyes
The Milky Way—a fading scar
Hope’s just smoke from dying stars
Let the dirt become my skin
Let the dark worlds pull me in
But even in this graveyard’s song
The wounded stars still carry on
“And from the pit where sorrow grew…
The light inside began to bloom…”
A thousand years beneath despair
Chiron walked with soul laid bare
Not to flee, but teach the pain
To make the wound a sacred flame
Let me rise from rusted chains
Let me sing through sacred pains
I am the ruin turned divine
The healer forged through loss and time
(Ahh ahh ahh)
The gods fall silent, but not I
(Ahh ahh ahh)
I speak where even stars have died
Through the ash and acid skies
Through the rot where silence lies
From decay, I build the song
Like Chiron’s path—I carry on
I was dust… now I’m flame
I was nothing… now I name
The hurt, the end, the fall, the storm
Are the forge where healers are born
