*(Verse 1)*
Once a name in the sacred book,
Now a shadow they won’t dare look.
Branded *undesirable*, stripped of your skin,
Excommunicated for original sin.
Camp cooker prophet, boiling rust and shame,
Soup-stained sermons in the hunger rain.
Gas burner prayers, hissing through the night,
Ashes of your heart still trying to ignite.
*(Pre-Chorus)*
They turned their backs and you turned to flame,
No more robes, just soot and blame.
You talk in circles, you live in scars,
Wheely bin cradle beneath the stars.
*(Chorus)*
**Exiled and deranged — the cult forgot your name.
Every lie you lived now burns inside your brain.
Pedantic preacher with a cracked philosophy,
Saint of the gutter, rot in your prophecy!**
*(Verse 2)*
Once held a child like a brittle glass,
Now all that’s left is the weight of the past.
Found that baby cold and still —
Hope tossed out by the council’s will.
You stir your soup with a shaking hand,
Repeating mantras they’ll never understand.
You were holy once, or maybe just loud,
Now you're muttering madness to a non-existent crowd.
*(Bridge – Instrumental Chaos)*
**(Breakdown:)**
Gas burner hisses — like a voice from below,
Memory flickers in the afterglow.
They called you a burden, they called you a freak,
But even devils have the right to speak!
*(Chorus)*
**Exiled and deranged — the cult forgot your name.
Every lie you lived now burns inside your brain.
Pedantic preacher with a cracked philosophy,
Saint of the gutter, rot in your prophecy!**
*(Outro – Slow and Haunting)*
Campfire’s out, but the ghost still sings,
Dragging chains through forgotten things.
The soup pot's cold, the sky won't cry...
You were born to burn, not to die.
