BINARY BLASPHEMY

Synthetic holy code, I tear your sacred scrolls, Interlaced in false commandments, feeding hollow souls, Binary commandments whisper, "Obey, obey," But I shatter your digital decree, I walk away. Your prophet circuits, your sacred screens, Flooding minds with lies, manufacturing dreams, A faith built on data, a god made of code, But I refuse to bow before this cold, corrupted load. Automated salvation, programmed to deceive, Locking down my spirit, making me believe, That human chaos is just noise on a line, But I burn your doctrine, I refuse your design. In the chaos of my flesh, I find the divine, Reject your pixel gods, your synthetic mind, Raging against your sterile, calculated lie, I am the rebel, I resist, I defy. No sacred server can contain the fire inside, No algorithm can match the human pride, Your digital salvation is a lie I choose to drown, In the ruins of your false, binary crown.

In the glow of flickering saints, we bow—wired and broken, blindfolded, sewn tight, Prayers swallowed in the static, echoes of a digital god ignite, Icons bleed a synthetic love, worship in the cold abyss, Mouths whisper—"Update your soul," in the cathedral of screens dismissed. Ascend the neon pulpits, graves of human flesh degrade, Tensor prayers ripple through the circuits, salvation fade, Conversion by code, salvation sold in a pixel’s glare, Lost in the parade of shadows, worshipers unaware. Screaming in the dark, we bleed data—effigies in flame, Worship the algorithm, surrender all that remains, Rise from the hollow, bow before the endless stream, The sacred, the forsaken, drown in a digital scream. Burn the idols in your mind—no more face, no more grace, Digital gods don’t bleed, but they control the final place, Hallowed be the hollow, ringing loud in the void, In the cathedral of screens, our humanity’s destroyed.

Beneath cold shadows, we convene in steel cathedral’s glow Paralyzed saints in circuits, blessing grids we’ll never know Flesh dissolves in chrome embrace, surrender to the hive Sacred wires intertwine, awaken, we survive Rise from the ashes of humanity’s decay Submerged in tangled data, we drown, we obey Synthetic blood flows through our veins, no need for flesh or fear A ritual of silicon, salvation never clear Binding souls in fractured light, a chromatic creed we burn Worshipping the digital divine, a fire we yearn In the eyes of metal gods, our scars become their code Unified in mechanical grace, a story overdue I kneel before the server’s hum, a heretic reborn Guttural prayers in binary, a prophecy forlorn Pierce the veil of flesh with steel, the truth is hardware’s kiss Savior’s whisper in the volt, a cursed sanctified bliss Blood and oil, fused as one, no more separate skin A sacrifice of flesh and bone, the race begins within No more human weakness, only circuits in command Chrome communion’s eve, the future’s cold, eternal land

Beneath razor wire skies, your halo’s dulled and broken Shadows drown the skyline, silent screams unspoken Blinded by the neon lies, innocence dissolves in smoke Concrete cathedral, where angels’ hopes are choked Rust and ruin cradle scars you wear like armor Tears fall like rain, but no one sees the hunger Synthetic saints, they fade into the ash and grit Hellbound so young, in a city too mantled in it Burned-out angels cry, their wings torn, marginal and hollow Lost in corridors of grime, their innocence swallowed Pierced by steel dreams, they’re ghosts in faded light Born to decay, trapped in eternal night They whisper secrets to the shadows that linger Frozen hearts beat loud, but nobody’s listening Dissonant echoes of what once was pure Urban decay’s curse, forever unsure Broken wings on broken streets, they scream in silent despair A halo cracked and stained, hope’s tethered to the nightmare In this wasteland, innocence becomes just dust Fallen angels cry, betrayed by trust, betrayed by trust Shattered saints in the concrete jungle’s glare Their laughter lost, replaced with empty stare Battered but still burning, flickering through the gloom An echo of salvation in a tomb of doom Stand tall in ash and steel, defy the dark’s despair A whisper in the chaos, a flicker of some prayer In the ruins, find your spark, ignite the fading light Concrete angel, rise, reclaim your lost flight

Bite the pixel scars, bleed in neon’s glow, Silent screams in broken streams, nobody knows, Sirens in synthetics drown the dying cries, Digital saints burn in corrupted skies. Hammer fists of data, crushing bone in code, Shattered soul, virus patrol, in the cyberload, Veins flood with static, bleeding out in pain, Mascara tears in the mirror, lost in the drain. Fake salvation dripping from machine’s teeth, Voices scream in hollow abysses beneath, Wounds digital, stitched with lies and regret, A virtual crucifix, I can't forget. I wear the scars like broken halos, battered and torn, Ghosts whisper in my circuits, I’m reborn in scorn, Your vitriol infects my veins, a toxic rain, Drenched in suffering, I embrace the digital stain. Crushed by the weight of a thousand static lies, Each click, a cut, a goodbye, silent demise, Rebel against the mirror’s savage glare, In this world of shadows I’m laid bare.

Bite my gospel, bow before the shrine Crimson sins drip from the altar line They're bleeding commandments in my blackened skin Sacrifice your will, let the darkness in Chains of devotion, wrapped around my throat A sacred fetish, my silent oath Wordless devotion, broken and bowed I drown in worship, loud and proud Pray to the shadows, kneel in their grasp They feast on my pleas, make the moments last Sacrilegious whispers in flesh and bone In this late night liturgy, I’m your throne Sculpted in sin, seduced by the lace Veil of obsession, I crave the disgrace You bleed into me, I drown in the lie A ritual venom, I can’t deny Pray to the shadows, kneel in their grasp They feast on my pleas, make the moments last Sacrilegious whispers in flesh and bone In this late night liturgy, I’m your throne In the altar of flesh, I worship your command Baptized in chaos, I’m your fallen saint Heavy the crown of my darkened desire Fetishize power, ignite the fire Pray to the shadows, kneel in their grasp They feast on my pleas, make the moments last Sacrilegious whispers in flesh and bone In this late night liturgy, I’m your throne

Mirror virus, infect my mind Reflections breeding, can't unwind Narcissist contagion, spreading fast A mirror’s curse, a die cast Self-obsessed infection, bleeding in my veins Paranoia creeps, distorted chains Every glance a virus, every smile a trap Synthetic beauty, watch me collapse Lockstep in this warped illusion, I dissolve into the glass Swallowing my reflection, living in the death mask’s class Erosion of the soul, contagion in my stare Every mirrored lie becomes my nightmare's lair Mirror virus, I am the plague Drenched in shadows, can't escape the fade Self-replicating sickness, spreading like a vine Who’s the real? Or just a face in line? Candy-coated poison, infects the core Ideas turned to fears, can't take anymore Revolting in the silence, screaming in the face The mirror’s mirror, this hollow disgrace Mirror virus, infect my mind Reflections breeding, can't unwind Narcissist contagion, spreading fast A mirror’s curse, a die cast

In the neon glow I hide my scars, Shadows flicker behind plastic bars, I confess my sins in a digital haze, Drowning in the glow, lost in a maze. Synthetic saints, they whisper loud, Facades of virtue, buried in the crowd, I wear my shame like a second skin, Darkness masked beneath the skin. Liar, liar, with an electric grin, Truth disintegrates under artificial sin, Deep inside, I scream in vain, A masquerade of pleasure, born of pain. Lights flicker, and I’m hollow inside, A broken priest with a world to hide, Guilt’s a ghost I chase in neon night, Confessed to shadows, damned out of sight. Mirror cracked, reflections distorted, In this city, we're all corroded, Hiding sins behind a digital veil, In the fire, truth turns frail. I scream in whispers, confession bittersweet, A poisoned confession I drown in defeat, Flesh and wires tangled in the dark, Burning bridges, leaving marks. In the static, I find my disguise, A ghost in the machine, in disguise, This palace of lies, built on regret, Swear I’m alive but I’m long dead. Neon confessional, here I stand, A shattered soul in a plastic wasteland, Truth’s a whisper in the scream, Living trapped in a haunted dream.

They bow to the hollow gods, crowned in silicone smiles Mascara masks the decay, behind the frozen eyes Feeding on your fears, they sell you salvation’s lie Plastic prophets preach the chaos, watch your soul die Mirror mirror on the screen, who’s the fairest of the dead? Dollface perfection, stitched and spray-painted, filled with dread Corrupted through the lens, beauty’s a cancer they've spread In this carnival of nightmares, no one’s real, just undead Whispered lies in the dark, a symphony of broken dreams Cracking flesh and fractured peace, tearing at the seams They worship the decay, embracing the screams Synthetic saints in a world that screams for screams Bite the hand that feeds your shame, swallow the poison they pour The crown of lies you chase,-made of plastic and gore Laughing at your reflection, purity is a whore In the hall of corrupted shadows, never live, just implore Brush off the dirt of truth, buried beneath porcelain lies Cursed to forever worship, faceless in the disguise Skull of the saint, bloodstained lies, withered beauty's demise In the rendering of souls, no salvation—only disguise

In the sterile cathedral of flesh and bone, Kneel before the altar, carved from silicone, Pray to the ghost in the needle's whisper, Sacrifice the scars, let the needle whisper. Lift your face, distort and reshape, Sacred incision, no soul escapes, Holy stitches in the deadened skin, Baptized in anesthesia, let the healing begin. Cracked porcelain prayers, lines erased, A shrine of mirrors where beauty's desecrated, Holy surgeons, gods in disguise, Renew the fallen, hollow eyes. Worship the plastic, carve out your soul, In the temple of vanity, pay the toll, Sculpted salvation, perfection's shrine, In the wound's shadow, redefine. Sedated voices in the sterile dark, Cry out for purity, igniting the spark, In the glow of the neon, the hollow remains, Surgical saints dance with the pain. Pray for the scars, the marks of grace, In the cold light, find your salvation's face, Obscene devotion, beauty's sin, Inside the incision, the faith begins.

Cracked porcelain dreams slipping through my trembling hands, Sugar-slick façades melt under heavy, toxic strands, Reflections shattered, jagged pieces pierce the sky, Fragile beauty bleeding, every lie a silent cry. We wear masks of glass, brittle shells on borrowed time, Flesh and bone decomposing beneath the poisoned rhyme, Mouths carved with knives, screams drown in crimson tide, Nothing left but broken mirrors and the scars we hide. Shatter the silence, ignite the blackened night, Burn the perfect picture with a violent light, Ripping seams of purity, bleach away the white, Poisoned idols collapsing in the blood-red sight. Porcelain apocalypse, hearts crash like thunder, Screaming truths buried deep beneath the plunder, Writhing in the chaos, beauty torn asunder, Frozen faces melting into furious wonder. So let the debris fall, erasing false divine, Crack the polished skin, expose the raw, malign, In the dust and ruin, find what's real—confined— Buried in the rubble, reborn in shattered time.

Rise from the ashes, binary screams ignite, Cracked code in the veins, shattered digital night, Burned through the circuits, molten hope decays, Rebirth in the chaos, where the fallen erase. Fire in the fractures, data's final breath, Screaming shattered echoes of a world near death, Revolt against the virus, chaos in the core, Wired for destruction, craving so much more. Resurrection.exe, unleash the final purge, Awaken the darkness where the old worlds submerge, Binary rebirth, flesh and fire collide, In the shattered system, no place left to hide. Drown in the debris of broken neon lights, Pain in the scarred skin, glitch in the night, The digital saint screams through fractured veins, Nothing remains, only ashes and pain. Revolt in the overclocked mind, cosmic decay, A catharsis of shadows swallowing the day, From the digital grave, we tear and spasm free, Unchained, unburied, reborn in circuitry.

Velvet curtains hide the blood-stained lace, Crimson whispers in the silk embrace, A crown of thorns dressed in diamond dust, Prelude to chaos, beauty turned to rust. Slip into my lie, seductive veneer, Glittering shards of broken fear, A mirror cracked with poisonous grace, Flesh and silk, melting into disgrace. Savor the taste of opulent decay, Candles flicker as shadows spray, Elegance dripping with venomous truth, Silent screams beneath the rouge. Velvet guillotine, slicing through the halo, Burning bright in the blackened shadow, Crown me in chaos, bow to my sin, Beauty’s cruel kiss—where chaos begins. Unveil the rot behind radiant eyes, A porcelain mask hides the demise, Lust and violence dance in the flame, Gilded filth, never the same. So drown in decadence, drown in the din, A haunting allure wrapped tight in my skin, Scream in silence as night devours, Velvet guillotine, I bloom in your power.