🔥💙 Goth Avenger 💙🔥 by ZAYAZ

Joy Divion Remix
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In stone I stand, no borrowed skin,
I bled this dark, you dressed it in.
You wear my wounds like fashion rings,
I carry death in quieter things.

You praise the night but fear its cost,
You play at broken, I stay lost.
Your tears are staged, your scars are ink,
You touch the void but never sink.

I am the scar that never shows,
You are the rose that no one grows.

Ash and bone, leave me alone,
My dark is real, yours is a tone.
Ash and bone, flesh and stone,
I bled this path, you just put it on.
Ash and bone, say it plain,
I live this night, you wear the pain.

You speak of void like you were born,
I learned it when my hope was torn.
You dress in grief, I sleep in truth,
You borrow age, I buried youth.

You want the crown, I want the wound,
You chase the howl, I am the moon.

Ash and bone, leave me alone,
My dark is real, yours is a tone.
Ash and bone, flesh and stone,
I bled this path, you just put it on.
Ash and bone, say it plain,
I live this night, you wear the pain.

Not hate, not pride, not holy war,
Just truth you cannot counterfei
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𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥. 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭.