Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago

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Lyrics:




You built me out of flesh and thread

But your love, I fear, is for the dead

Although you stitched so carefully

It's meant for one who isn't me

I weep in tongues that are not mine

In every vowel, song and sigh


My oath was once to heal and spare

But grief rewrote this single, simple prayer

To cauterize what fate had torn

And shape you new, where death was born


I called it love, this sacrament

This bedlam sewn with good intent

But somewhere ‘midst the nerve and thread

I buried her and found you instead 


A hundred lives, now drowned in me

What cruel, sweet trick is memory?

I was not born, and yet I feel

The aching wish for something real

Not just a dream

not just a name

But something more than stitched acclaim

We are the wound

We are the knife

The mourner and the butcher’s wife

We are the vow that can't be kept

The ghosts that woke

While others merely slept