[Verse 1] I stitched my shadow to the back of my spine, Just to feel something that still felt like mine. You lit the fuse in a room full of doubt, One spark, and everything good burned out. You said I’m “too much,” but you stayed for the wreck, Love’s a thief digging graves in the back of my chest. Hearts don’t shatter — they recode their pain, And you rewrote mine like a glitch in the vein. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You wore redemption like a discount crown, Looked good on you, but it still weighed me down. Truth’s a mirror split clean through the spine — If the fault line’s mine, why’s your fracture in mine? ⸻ [Chorus] (Seether power-grunge lift) ‘Cause ashes don’t lie — they fall where they fall, We burned like scripture no god could recall. If heaven’s a habit, I broke it for you, But the angels stopped singing when they saw the truth. Ashes don’t lie — they settle in time, But darling, your alibi never matched mine. ⸻ [Verse 2] I kept your secrets in a bottle of rain, Sipped every drop just to taste your pain. You loved me most when I bent and broke, When I swallowed your silence like second-hand smoke. You kissed my wounds like a counterfeit sin, Said “hurt is just proof that I’m letting you in.” But love isn’t holy — it’s hunger and heat, And you only kneel when you’re tasting defeat. ⸻ [Bridge] (haunting, quiet → exploding) Maybe we’re saints in the dark when we bleed, Or sinners who sin ‘cause we know what we need. You wore your lies like a scar on your sleeve… And I should’ve known better — should’ve learned how to LEAVE— ⸻ [BREAKDOWN — Screamed] BURN IT DOWN! (Burn it down!) Your halo’s just a noose you hide behind! CUT IT OUT! (Cut it out!) I won’t be the body you bury with your lies! You want the ruins?! TAKE THE RUINS! I rise from the fire you set in my mind! You can haunt the ashes — I’ll leave you behind. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Ashes don’t lie — they fall where they fall, We burned like scripture no god could recall. If heaven’s a habit, I broke it for you, While the angels went silent staring straight through. Ashes don’t lie — they settle in time, And baby, the truth is you never were mine. ⸻ [Outro] So here’s to the wreckage, the ruin, the ache — Some fires were meant to burn ‘til they break.
