I carved the wings of angels in the dust

Verse 1: (Low, viscous recitative)
I carved the wings of angels in the dust
They pleaded, "Be weaker," but I am stronger than "we"
My podium is made of torn veins and scorched earth
And your gods fall in disgrace from the prison

Pre-chorus: (Increasing tension, almost a scream)
 They taught me to cry — I laugh with acid
They taught me to believe — I dance with emptiness
Look: my crown is the wires on my forehead
I made myself out of ashes and a slave...

Chorus: (Hard industrial beat, female growling)
Stand up, even if your ribs are pierced by shame
Your moan is a new, broken choir
Do they like fear? Show them your fangs
When the world said no, I whispered to myself: "fall"

Take it higher, higher, higher
Become the ugliness they hate
Higher, higher — they don't hear
Until you start falling headfirst

Verse 2: (Falset like a blade on glass)
I know you've been counting the scars on your hand
While they were whispering about love on cognac
But pain is the only teacher without lies
Broken dishes are more beautiful than a family

Bridge: (Calm, icy whisper with a heartbeat)
You don't have to be the light
Be the darkness that survives the dawn
Thank everyone for their "no" -
They built my rocket out of the weak...

Solo (instrumental — distorted guitars, beats, and crying samples)

Chorus: (Even more hysterical, with a breakdown)
Stand up! Even if the gods spit in your eyes
Your anger is the edge of broken longing
Do they like a herd? Show them a pack of wolves
One day, the one who fell will learn to punch in the face

Outro: (A fading, exhausted voice turning into laughter)
I'm a girl with a knife instead of a voice
I'm a doll that's torn at the seams
My motivation is the desire to be abandoned...
...so that no one sees how high I fly when everyone's asleep.

(The sound of a broken mirror and bare feet on glass)