Isaak (Acoustic)
by lottazeros
About this track
he said the world was cursed by sin, and only through him I’d be clean. he said my love was born from fire, that doubt’s the voice of dark desire. “the devil hides in those who feel”. so I forgot what’s fake, what’s real. he touched my face, said “trust my pain”, and carved his faith into my veins. I kissed the altar, smoke and flame, he spoke of God, but called my name. “all men but me are born of hell”. I learned to fear what others tell. when I cried - he called it grace, when I screamed - he hid my face. now I’m ash inside his prayer, still believing he was there. he said “if you leave - God dies in you”. and I believed. I always do. ’cause I never learned, not even once, how to leave a holy lie that hunts. we were holy once - now gone, in faith that killed what we shone on. and maybe love’s the cruelest sin, that God keeps breathing - deep within. we were holy once - now gone, in faith that killed what we shone on. and maybe love’s the cruelest sin, that God keeps breathing - deep within. they called me serpent, cursed my name, but I just tried to stop the flame. she followed light that burned her skin, I saw the hell she worshiped in. I told her “Run, he wears the gold”, they dragged me down, they broke my soul. they filled my mouth with salt and sin, and whispered “Don’t let truth begin”. she looked at me - her eyes were gone, her heart was scripture written wrong. he spoke of heaven, drank her pain, and built his throne from her remains. I wasn’t demon, not that kind, I was the mirror they fear to find. I never prayed, I only bled, for love they buried, for words unsaid. now every scar becomes her sign, each wound reminds me she was mine. I walk through ash, I walk through lies, a man they damned for seeing eyes. I was blind, you called it love. I was truth, they rose above. I prayed for light to take me whole. I burned my flesh to free my soul. Isaac said you were the sin. Isaac built the cage we’re in. I still breathe chains, they never fade. I taste the blood our prayers made. we were holy once - now gone, in faith that killed what we shone on. and maybe love’s the cruelest sin, that God keeps breathing - deep within. we were holy once - now gone, in faith that killed what we shone on. and maybe love’s the cruelest sin, that God keeps breathing - deep within.