Lyrics
I trace the lines you carved in me like scripture on my skinEvery bruise a holy verse, every tear a sacramentYou bleed me slow, I beg you deeper, call it love, call it sinI’m on my knees before the altar where the hurting begins
Why does your knife feel like a kiss when the world just walks away?Every wound you leave behind lights a fire I can’t obeyI’m praying to the damage, I’m singing to the acheIf this is hell then baptize me… I never want to wake
Worship the wound! Bow down and let it bleed!I drink the pain like communion wine, it’s all I fucking need!Your love is holy violence, your touch the sweetest curseI worship the wound you gave me — it makes me feel alive!
The world calls it destruction, I call it my releaseYour hands around my throat become my only peaceI light a candle to the scars that no one else can seeThis is my cathedral, baby — come and ruin me
I could run… I could heal…But I choose the blade instead…Every cut you give me feels like heaven in my head…
So stay… destroy me slow…I’ll thank you while I burn…
Worship… worship… worship the wound!I am the blood, I am the bruise, I am the fucking crown!
No salvation, no escape, just the beautiful decayI crown myself with every scar — now watch me reign!
Worship the wound! Bow down and let it bleed!I own the pain, I own the throne, I wear it like a crown of greed!Your love is holy violence, your touch the sweetest curseI worship the wound forever — it’s the only thing that works!
Still bleeding… still kneeling…Still worshipping…And I’ve never felt more free.
