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IN WAX & WIRE
ERKMEN
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I drank the flood from your porcelain hands
Drew maps of wounds in forgotten sands
I drank the flood from your porcelain hands
Drew maps of wounds in forgotten sands
Your name etched deep in a spiral shell
A signal lost in a wishing well
We danced in glass where the silence grew
Built pyres from things we never knew
Tongues of brass and a throat of coal
You cracked the lens and stole the role
You lit the match and fed the hail
Watched me fracture, slow and pale
Sink me slow in wax and wire
Hang your grace on spitting fire
Built a throne from all my doubt
Now I can't claw the silence out
Sink me slow in wax and wire
Burn the script, then preach the choir
Strangled truth in velvet rope
Left me choking on the hope
You stitched a hymn to every scar
Then named the wreckage who we are
I drank the flood from your porcelain hands
Drew maps of wounds in forgotten sands
Your name etched deep in a spiral shell
A signal lost in a wishing well
We danced in glass where the silence grew
Built pyres from things we never knew
Tongues of brass and a throat of coal
You cracked the lens and stole the role
I wore your myth like borrowed skin
A saint undone from deep within
Sink me slow in wax and wire
Hang your grace on spitting fire
Built a throne from all my doubt
Now I can't claw the silence out
Sink me slow in wax and wire
Burn the script, then preach the choir
Strangled truth in velvet rope
Left me choking on the hope
You stitched a hymn to every scar
Then named the wreckage who we are
The clock refused to bleed for me
So I stitched time in secrecy
You carved escape into the wall
Then taught me how to love the fall
Venom-laced in cradle songs
Traded right for rightful wrongs
Built your spine from stolen light
Sold me war and called it rite
Veins like wires, pulse misfired
Fuelled by all the faith expired
Tore the roots to feel the bloom
Slept inside a breathing tomb
Sink me slow in wax and wire
Hang your grace on spitting fire
Built a throne from all my doubt
Now I can't claw the silence out
Sink me slow in wax and wire
Burn the script, then preach the choir
Strangled truth in velvet rope
Left me choking on the hope