Hudba umelej inteligencie

The wallpaper’s peeling where their voices stayed,
Prayers turned into weapons as blessings frayed.
Every stair creaks like the old warning cry,
Even silence learned how to roll over and die.

They said, “We break you to make you right,”
“Pain’s the proof that we’re serving light.”
But light should never bruise the skin –
I won’t ever wear their gospel again.

This house still breathes what they once called love,
It was heavy as chains that fit them like gloves.
Let me strike a match now for all they’ve done –
Let the smoke consume now what fear had begun.
The weight of unspoken love… still weighs me down.

There’s still a belt on the hook like a holy sign,
And the Bible's open to the same old lines.
They swore the devil was hiding in me –
So I was forced on wounds to pray on my knees.

I shout to ghosts that will never hear,
To ask if heaven is still praised for fear.
Ashes to ashes, I’ll still find no peace
But as every spark spreads at least its release.

This house now burns where the pain once stayed,
The flames take it all, no need to explain.
I torch the past and watch it burn,
Along with the evil they’ll never unlearn.
No longer the weight of unspoken love…
Bon Voyage to your place NOT above.

I'm sure you are getting a very warm welcome.