Sin lll - Wrath (Ashmouth)

[Intro – Blunt, slamming into fury] I didn’t come here to speak I came to watch it all bleed You lit the fuse— Now die in the glow [Verse 1 – Rapid-fire, barked delivery] I chewed the dirt you buried me in Now taste the roots I've sharpened thin No prayer, no peace, no final breath— Just hands around your swollen neck Every slight, I kept it warm Every lie, I held like form Now they bloom beneath my skin Say my name—I'll dig you in [Chorus – Roared and unhinged, screamable or shouted] I’ve got a mouth full of ash And a soul made of knives Every heartbeat’s a threat Every breath is a strike I’m not your victim I’m your end I’m not the fire I’m what it sends Burn the bridges Salt the sea There is no coming back from me [Verse 2 – More savage, building pressure] I remember every laugh you stole Every smile that burned a hole Now your name’s a snare I set One wrong step, and you're in my debt I don't forgive—I multiply I don’t forget—I weaponize You taught me pain with poisoned hands So now I speak in war demands [[Guitar Solo 1] – Fast, piercing tremolo bends like blades slicing through air] [Bridge – Slow and vicious, like a beast dragging chains] I hope you hear my footsteps crawl Hope the fear peels down your walls Hope every breath feels like glass Like I’ve carved vengeance in your back You made me And now I’m here Your reflection Drenched in fear [Breakdown – Violent, crushing rhythm] No gods No chains No mercy No names You die how I choose You drown in the flame [Chorus – Slower but bigger, with grit and rage] I’ve got a mouth full of ash And a soul made of knives Every heartbeat’s a threat Every breath is a strike I’m not your victim I’m your end I’m not the fire I’m what it sends Burn the bridges Salt the sea There is no coming back from me [[Guitar Solo 2] – Chaotic, dissonant bends, dive bombs, fast runs—rage in string form] [Final Chorus – Screamed, desperate, almost triumphant] Ash in my teeth Blood on the blade This is the debt That pain repaid I don’t fade I erase I am vengeance I am hate Burn the bridges Salt the sea There is nothing left of me [Outro – Whispered, broken, snarled] (You shouldn't have touched me...) (...now feel what I became.)