rust beneath my skin

I built a temple out of static and pain,
Wired my nerves to the sound of the rain.
Every drop’s a pulse, every pulse a sin,
Can’t tell where the machine ends and I begin.


Feed me noise, it’s the only truth,
Burn the past, it’s the only proof.


There’s rust beneath my skin,
And I can’t wash it out again.
The circuits hum like prayers of shame,
I am the ghost inside my name.


Tore out my faith with a soldering iron,
Dreams decay in electric fire.
God is gone, but the wires remain,
They whisper comfort through the pain.


I can taste the code on my tongue,
It’s bitter, cold, and overrun.
I tried to feel — the system crashed,
A loop of guilt I can’t detach.


There’s rust beneath my skin,
And I can’t wash it out again.
The circuits hum like prayers of shame,
I am the ghost inside my name.


Shut me down,
Before I begin again.
Erase this sound,
Before I remember when.
Rust… beneath my skin.




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