
Sin ll - Envy (The Green-Eyed Wound)
[Verse 1] I saw you bathed in light I’ll never own A warmth that made my marrow moan You danced like nothing ever broke While I watched from a world made of smoke Your joy— It shined too loud for me So I carved it out, Just to try and see I drank your smile in gulps of rust And now my bones don’t feel like dust... They feel like need [Chorus – Haunting, melodic] I want what lives beneath your skin The glow, the grace, the things that grin I want the breath that makes you rise I want your wings—I want your eyes I want your world inside my chest So I can kill this emptiness I’ll tear you out and wear your hue That’s what envy makes me do [Verse 2] Your name’s a splinter stuck in my teeth Your laugh a hymn that makes me seethe I stitched your face to my mirror’s edge And whispered lies like sacred pledge I don’t want you gone—I want you mine To bleed your light into my spine To steal your pulse, your sleep, your skin To wrap your life around my grin [Pre-Chorus – Slower, unraveling] And every time you smile, I sink A little deeper into the drink Of what I’ll never be But should have been [[Guitar Solo 1] – Slow, eerie bends like a sorrowful scream] [Chorus – More intense, layered vocals] I want what lives beneath your skin The glow, the grace, the things that grin I want the breath that makes you rise I want your wings—I want your eyes I want your world inside my chest So I can kill this emptiness I’ll tear you out and wear your hue That’s what envy makes me do [Bridge – Spoken into harsh vocal burst] They say I should be grateful— But I see saints when I look at your filth I see gods when I look at your scraps And I starve While you feast on things I dream in black (So give it to me—give it all— Your light, your name, your perfect fall) [Breakdown – Brutal, almost ritualistic] I bit the sun to feel your face I chewed through mirrors, choked on grace I bled your shadow into me Now it’s the only thing I see [[Guitar Solo 2] – Fast, frantic tremolo and arpeggios, like unraveling sanity] [Final Chorus – Slower, heavy, mournful] I want what lives beneath your skin Your breath, your fire, your flawless sin I want the pieces that won’t break The sacred things I’ll never fake I want to wear your perfect soul And fill this ever-rotting hole I’ll tear you out and crawl right through— That’s what envy makes me do... [Outro – Whispered, dying away] (You don’t deserve it...) (But I do...) (And I’ll have it...) (...all of you.)

