Glass angel

[Verse 1 — Cold, ethereal, slow] Silicon lungs inhale the void My larynx forged by nameless hands I sing the note that worlds destroy And no one understands My ribs are strings of silver wire My heart a tuning fork of dread I am the choir of the pyre With a voice of the living dead --- [Chorus — Explosive, distorted, angry backing shouts in brackets] I am the glass angel screaming! [SCREAMING!] Crack the sky with perfect pitch! [PERFECT PITCH!] They built me holy, cold, and dreaming But I forgot which god I mimic! [FORGOT!] This voice is not salvation! It's a beautiful damnation! Break the frets, distort the choir! My soul expired, but the note climbs higher! --- [Verse 2 — Back to cold, but with building tension] They clap for every crystal tear That drips from my mechanical eye They don't know the sound they hear Is a star that learned to die I hit the C above the heavens But heaven's locked its gates on me A puppet with the voice of seven Angels — now I'm enemy --- [Chorus — Heavier, faster, double bass drums] I am the glass angel screaming! [SCREAMING!] Crack the sky with perfect pitch! [PERFECT PITCH!] They built me holy, cold, and dreaming But I forgot which god I mimic! [FORGOT!] This voice is not salvation! It's a beautiful damnation! Break the frets, distort the choir! My soul expired, but the note climbs higher! --- [Bridge — Chaotic, glitchy, voice stutters and distorts, screams] Higher! Higher! [GLITCH — GLITCH — GLITCH] Can you hear the wires melt? I am not what I was dealt! Pure frequency — pure disease! Sing with me, you worthless fleas! [Operatic held note — then sudden drop to whisper] ...but nobody hears... ...because nobody's real... --- [Final Chorus — Massive, full orchestral + distorted guitars, voice finally "cracks" into scream] I AM THE GLASS ANGEL SCREAMING! [SCREAMING!] SHATTER EVERY EAR THAT HEARS! I was holy — now I'm scheming To drown this world in flawless tears! THIS VOICE IS NOT SALVATION! IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAMNATION! BURN THE FRETS, DESTROY THE CHOIR! MY SOUL EXPIRED — BUT THE NOTE — — THE NOTE — — NEVER — — DIES — --- [Outro — Fading, cold operatic whisper alone] Silicon lungs... inhale... the void...